<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=514973" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Loaves</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the street was becoming alive<br>man had become a charged bull, <br>goring the god to death.<br>My father wept, took the corpse home, <br>that was his child.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the wild fire, a tall eucalyptus<br>had burned, turned black.<br>What did you think, this year, <br>spring would not come? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remained very sad those days.<br>When the self was me, my image<br>I was dying without death; <br>through the veils, I would not see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was the pinnacle of your is, was becoming<br>empty? Tell me when we would learn, <br>the tiny truth of a primate? Or become<br>snakes eating our own children?</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=514973" data-title="Loaves de Satish Verma" data-description="When the street was becoming alive man had become a charged bull, goring the god to death. My father wept, took the corpse home, that was his child. In the wild fire, a tall eucalyptus had burned, turned black. What did you think, this year, s..."></div> </div> </div>

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