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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476633" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Gently Took The Strawberry Heart</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I gently took the strawberry heart <br>of the bird with the broken neck <br>and buried it in a shrine of leaves and grass.<br>And in a low voice, whispered a blessing. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Under the window of an illusion<br>like a song you can only hear once<br>and it's good for a lifetime of listening, <br>I buried you with your wings together in prayer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I prayed to know what to pray for.<br>I prayed to know what to ask that could ease<br>the burden of the earth on a nightbird's journey<br>flying solo deeper into the dark </div><div style="margin:10px 0">than even the stars or these eyeless words can go. <br>And I know death returns even the worst of us<br>to our innocence again, though our bones <br>come crashing down like childhood kites around us. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the flight feathers of the aerial acrobatics<br>of our love lyrics run out of ink<br>when there's no one in the dark <br>to sing for anymore, no stars</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to chart where you've gone, <br>no sign from the heavens you're not alone, <br>no ghost of smoke from a distant fire<br>I can summon to a seance of lingering desire</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that would console you in the flesh again<br>like a candle in your solitude reaching out <br>to the pain of a stranger in the shadows <br>to make your wound cry out in bliss </div><div style="margin:10px 0">as you once did from a greener bough <br>than this dead branch I sing from now <br>when we thought blossoms were the answer <br>to everything we didn't understand at the time</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that could befall us like fledglings in the spring<br>who didn't know what autumn would bring <br>like an ice-storm in its wake <br>to things that break against the sky<br> <br>like the cold-hearted lie of a window<br>that wasn't open and didn't go on forever. <br>And though I ask the weather for news of you, <br>if the wind might have heard<br> <br>a word or two in passing, all<br>the silence does is deepen your absence<br>and teach me not to cling to things<br>like birds and flowers on the wing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But if grief is all I can know of you now <br>I'll console myself with sorrow. <br>I'll hold onto it like the string of a kite <br>soaring among the constellations. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I won't let go. I'll play the line out <br>like a flying fish I caught in Pisces<br>and hauling it into a lifeboat with a net<br>I'll take the hook of the moon out of your mouth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and throw you back into the depths like a muse <br>swimming among the stars like a siren <br>that keeps calling me to the rocks<br>like an astronaut to these mountains on the moon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I keep hurling through this earthly view <br>of a window from the inside out <br>that breaks just like the shell of a cosmic egg <br>unfolding a loveletter with a wingspan of light</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that penetrates this dark forever <br>like the third eye of a needle in a haystack <br>of begging bowls I won't abandon like the nests<br>of nightbirds with flightplans </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that feather our falling into the abyss<br>of the unbelievable with starmaps <br>and the beacons of homing metaphors <br>that make our disappearance inconceivable.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll live like the return address on an envelope<br>with a mouthful of silence for a voice<br>and wait for you to answer me again<br>like a songbird at the spring equinox</div><div style="margin:10px 0">through a broken window in a house of pain.<br>And though it hurts worse when the candles go out<br>I'll refuse to turn my heart away <br>from your reflection in everything I see. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Everything I hear and do and say. <br>Everything that was as true as a night sky about you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Patrick+White">Patrick White</a><div class=q>
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of the bird with the broken neck 
and buried it in a shrine of leaves and grass.
And in a low voice, whispered a blessing. 

Under the window of an illusion
like a song you can only hear once
and it's good for a..."></div>
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