<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=465486" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Brown Bag</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brown and blotched the bag marred our running<br>Of appearance, the very present we conserved with our running.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I kept back from you the very day we took the accident, <br>Aimless searching could not find us preserved and running.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This fastened knot would not untie, just as nerves bleat, <br>And they never sleep for their activities served, all running.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One man’s brain whines and cries and bleats forcefully, <br>As its eyes are near seeing, and they have observed, always running.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This day I connect the legs to my torso, this dear old pain<br>Wishing my body asleep, kept always curved, anyway running.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">May months clarify not fail just as disasters beat the body<br>Like a flogging instrument of death undeserved, then running.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How did aliens fight our bags, ours heads and the backs<br>That accept the capture from the soul we reserved as running? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My pain is long, far too many miles, in the concrete heart, <br>Where solutions lie as a victim, and we are nerved with running.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pleasing and questioning are far too good a pair, of hearts, <br>That beat continuously like arrows that swerved, on running.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">May ache of the age compel the soul to define what lies in the yearning, <br>My names are few from the bag all-marred unserved, with my own running.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Naveed+Akram">Naveed Akram</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=465486" data-title="Brown Bag de Naveed Akram" data-description="Brown and blotched the bag marred our running Of appearance, the very present we conserved with our running. I kept back from you the very day we took the accident, Aimless searching could not find us preserved and running. This fastened knot w..."></div> </div> </div>

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