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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464361" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dreamy Age</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Remembering of the dreamy age, <br>Fills my eyes with tears, <br>The sights unpolluted and clear, <br>Now changed into smoky and full of noise, <br>Where I played with cheerful friends, <br>Whom ruthless tides have scattered, <br>As the wind disperses the dried leaves, <br>A slight before the dead winter, <br>Some went abroad, some to the Town of Silence</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What a delight it was! <br>At noon under the blue skies, <br>Running after the butterflies, <br>Delicate and nicely-colourful, <br>Spoiling the mustard farms, <br>Blossomed yellow, sharply fragrant.<br>The indignant landlady cursed, <br>Chasing with a stick wet and long, <br>But we always were out of her access.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the days of torrential rains, <br>Under the noses of flowing spouts, <br>We stood long, making a noise, <br>The lightening thundered scaring, <br>Made me afraid, as if we, <br>The shouting children interrupt.<br>The grand office of God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then for diving and swimming, <br>Ran to the pond nearby the village, <br>Beside the huge banyan tree, <br>What a delicious bat it was! <br>In the muddy opaque water.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each delight of child-hood, <br>Is soul-sucking, worth-recalling, <br>When before the wintry nights, <br>Played we all girls and boys, <br>Out on the ploughed farms, <br>Hiding in ricks and heaps of fodder.<br>Under the waning moon, <br>Unaware to the thoughts obscene.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Often in the downy steeps, <br>In the deep recesses of thick forest, <br>Drank water from the trickling fountains, <br>Carefree, oblivious to woes and worries, <br>Spent days plucking the sweet berries, <br>From the thorny branches bending down, <br>Laden with ripe red fruit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes on the rocky ground, <br>By the luck benevolent we found, <br>In the fragrant bushes honey wild, <br>While getting the comb down, <br>The incensed bees stung the cheeks, <br>Then returned home swollen faced, <br>And got chidings kind of the parents.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The intoxicant spring approached, <br>With thrilling spirit, refreshing hopes, <br>The soft, gentle breeze blew.<br>Made the village drowsy fragrant.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the swaying crops, blooming fields, <br>Blossomed wild poppies flowering red, <br>And when we ran bare-footed, <br>After the fluffy lambs, on the dewy grass, <br>The birds sang sweet melodies, <br>Hovered in circles over the head, <br>Making us feel their presence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In silence at the warm nights, <br>A mysterious sound of the distant lute, <br>Enchanted throwing me into ecstasies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If the childhood be a commodity, <br>And I had the heap of gold, <br>And wealth countless and untold, <br>I would buy without bargain, <br>The dreamy age second time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Muhammad+Shanazar">Muhammad Shanazar</a><div class=q>
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Fills my eyes with tears, 
The sights unpolluted and clear, 
Now changed into smoky and full of noise, 
Where I played with cheerful friends, 
Whom ruthless tides have scattered, 
As the wind disperses the dried lea..."></div>
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