<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=514905" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It Opens</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">An oriole gives<br>an edgy call<br>in the blaze of morning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am not fully awake, <br>sky is melting on window.<br>Death has company.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zen, it did not connect me<br>with your god.<br>I am tired of pretentions.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Small was the wasp<br>in a cobweb of pain.<br>It floated a sign of conflict.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My thorn did not prick your petals<br>in vain. Dead leaves<br>started bleeding.</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=514905" data-title="It Opens de Satish Verma" data-description="An oriole gives an edgy call in the blaze of morning. I am not fully awake, sky is melting on window. Death has company. Zen, it did not connect me with your god. I am tired of pretentions. Small was the wasp in a cobweb of pain. It floated a ..."></div> </div> </div>

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