<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=465544" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Chanting</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mere harps are wringing and voices are chanting, <br>Forever I stare at silence through the eyes of tears.<br>Silence is a sale of devices, <br>The very beautiful sides to our abilities.<br>Tears are made to weep, <br>And tears bleed from the face like a wound.<br>Ten minutes of weeping is in our day<br>Followed by a clumsy voice from my mother<br>Saying how might I develop the music of my living.</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=465544" data-title="Chanting de Naveed Akram" data-description="Mere harps are wringing and voices are chanting, Forever I stare at silence through the eyes of tears. Silence is a sale of devices, The very beautiful sides to our abilities. Tears are made to weep, And tears bleed from the face like a wound. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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