<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=514790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Holding My Toes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">An evening primrose glides, <br>on my rough hands.<br>I pluck a laugh from the lips, <br>of a parched face. <br>It knows the meaning of death, <br>kissing the pink eyes. <br>Of the lost fidelity <br>and the innocence of the dying sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How to tell myself, <br>you are not coming.<br>Gradually the house, <br>will go back to its still air.<br>The white ants, <br>will draw a pattern <br>on the stale books. <br>The traffic of private tears, <br>will begin to move.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The truth is a happening, <br>with all the little gods.<br>I demand nothing, <br>only pink rose buds, of early winter. <br>There is no one to know, <br>that weeping grass, <br>keeps me touching, <br>holding my toes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Satish+Verma">Satish Verma</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=514790" data-title="Holding My Toes de Satish Verma" data-description="An evening primrose glides, on my rough hands. I pluck a laugh from the lips, of a parched face. It knows the meaning of death, kissing the pink eyes. Of the lost fidelity and the innocence of the dying sun. How to tell myself, you are not..."></div> </div> </div>

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