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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=513435" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Behind the Bronze Door</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When we were negative three or four<br>we'd play back behind the heavy bronze door<br>in white linen dresses and silver shoes<br>our eyes swirled infinity in blue-green hues<br>Sunbeams shot out through our skin<br>while harp and lute softened the din<br>and there was no such thing as pain<br>and dreams stayed watered by invisible rain<br>You'd lead me by your slender hand<br>to the lake of life with it's daffodil sand<br>saying 'Stay awhile and if you please, <br>we'll share ladyfingers and cucumber tea'<br>Then down to the water with me in tow<br>to the middle of the lake we'd row and row<br>where imaginary things chased our innocence<br>through thick green fog and wispy mists<br>And frightened I would want to leave<br>tugging at your pure white linen sleeve<br>to abandon fate as worry and fear<br>made me think that 'they' were drawing near<br>But you would never row away<br>and by the close of the foray<br>you'd wrapped them in your wings of love<br>descending on them like a holy dove<br>Then soon our make believe would cease<br>they'd surrender to us in placid peace<br>And we'd make them our friends forevermore<br>And we'd all live ever happy <br>back behind the bronze door</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sara+Fielder">Sara Fielder</a><div class=q>
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we'd play back behind the heavy bronze door
in white linen dresses and silver shoes
our eyes swirled infinity in blue-green hues
Sunbeams shot out through our skin
while harp and lute softened the din
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