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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473934" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Shorter Days</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As Days Get Shorter. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sunny fall is now dry, hard winter<br>on the avenue trees stand denuded <br>while their offspring the leaves, rustles<br>up and down the street, filling up storm<br>drains and sighing as they dance with <br>a lackluster zephyr, not yet ready to<br>merge into dark soil; tawny and auburn, <br>I look at my hands, not there yet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Few birds in trees they have gone to <br>Africa, which is not far from where <br>I live…for a bird, they spend nights in <br>the avenue’s trees, safer there than on <br>the country side; seen as vermin when <br>there are too many, too few and bird <br>lovers and other weird people, worry <br>if birds of prey will survive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I look up to the sky it is cold and azure<br>but I see the shimmer, not a sharp eyed<br>sparrow hawk or an eagle, but of a much <br>bigger wing span, something is keeping <br>an eye on me, but I wag a finger, bravely <br>smile and say: “no thanks, my hands are <br>not like leaves yet. And as street- lights are <br>lit the day flawlessly glides into twilight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oskar+Hansen">Oskar Hansen</a><div class=q>
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The sunny fall is now dry, hard winter
on the avenue trees stand denuded 
while their offspring the leaves, rustles
up and down the street, filling up storm
drains and sighing as they dance with 
a lackluster zephyr, not yet..."></div>
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