<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464542" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Congealed Dew</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though I move in the multitude, <br>0f men, women tall, thin, fat, small, <br>Yet find no breast or a shoulder, <br>To rest upon my head to shed tears, <br>Drops of molten pangs and sorrows, <br>Which make my heart too loathsome, <br>That always cries to slacken its load, <br>Borne since I was born to abode, <br>In the world where each rose, <br>Is surrounded by thorns, <br>And each pointed thorn bears, <br>The dew of congealed dry blood.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464542" data-title="The Congealed Dew de Muhammad Shanazar" data-description="Though I move in the multitude, 0f men, women tall, thin, fat, small, Yet find no breast or a shoulder, To rest upon my head to shed tears, Drops of molten pangs and sorrows, Which make my heart too loathsome, That always cries to slacken it..."></div> </div> </div>

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