<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506628" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Insect.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We do not grasp ourselves, but still drift on<br>As aimless as a mote in the warm air,<br>Whose senses take the sweetness of the time,<br>And in a moment let existence go,<br>Its tiny death-squeak an indefinite thing<br>Recorded in the general ear of God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Crawford">Robert Crawford</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=506628" data-title="Insect. de Robert Crawford" data-description="We do not grasp ourselves, but still drift on As aimless as a mote in the warm air, Whose senses take the sweetness of the time, And in a moment let existence go, Its tiny death-squeak an indefinite thing Recorded in the general ear of God."></div> </div> </div>

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