<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509869" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Memories In The Old Brain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">-the smell of water<br>a scent hanging in the air<br>a trail through parched, barren land<br>now greened by rain<br>in a time of plenty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the taste of marrow<br>fresh from the cracked bone, <br>touched by a fire<br>that lights the way<br>to a time of plenty</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the sight of a day<br>over savanna grass, <br>sight without mystery<br>without awe<br>or the art to feel the dawn<br>and see the light with a new eye<br>in a time of plenty</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the sound of a wild call, <br>a beast<br>stirring the heart, <br>a heart yet to be gripped<br>by the savage's siren call<br>to a time of plenty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Memories deep in my core<br>of scent, taste, sight, sound<br>water, fire, light, howl<br>-memories from a time undefined<br>-before memory shaped<br>light and dark into day and night<br>-before memory became <br>slave and master of time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am a child of these memories, <br>before and after.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dancing to the rhythm of time</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am old<br>in a time of plenty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ronald+Shields">Ronald Shields</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=509869" data-title="Memories In The Old Brain de Ronald Shields" data-description="-the smell of water a scent hanging in the air a trail through parched, barren land now greened by rain in a time of plenty. the taste of marrow fresh from the cracked bone, touched by a fire that lights the way to a time of plenty the sight of..."></div> </div> </div>

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