<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=467805" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sweet Odours Of A New Palace</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For a few minutes we pack for the journey named no more<br>By our successes, and life revolves around violas and violins.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The musicians have a stigma, the revolutionists cause mayhem<br>In their dozens of parlours, when secret script delivers its ridicule.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have hours of misfortune inside my soul that has letters and food<br>Handfed by serial killers and I am now aghast at the burgeoning mayors.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cities bespoke a merciful message that pursued logic after logic, <br>Only from economies that ran anew, from the devastations of slayers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Inside the committee a new palace diverged into our minds that spoke on the topic, <br>For the mirrors kicked our bellies afterwards, from too much darkness and energy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A wave is not a suitable partner for another wave, for swinging among the geography<br>Creates a six-day religion of created beings who surpass the men in the supreme quarters.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For a booth contains a hue that awoke for us to keep our tunics and shields, <br>To fight with a sweet odour, as the cavalry of the life we lead has passed us by.</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=467805" data-title="Sweet Odours Of A New Palace de Naveed Akram" data-description="For a few minutes we pack for the journey named no more By our successes, and life revolves around violas and violins. The musicians have a stigma, the revolutionists cause mayhem In their dozens of parlours, when secret script delivers its ridic..."></div> </div> </div>

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