<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=515267" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Response</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The myopic tongues<br>of tall trees, going downhill<br>to find the roots of four-letter words of dead, <br>unspoken, but sung in dark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They had come out of the skin.<br>River was flowing on emotional track, <br>with heavy eyelids. Father said, <br>he would never die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your unborn children were tasting<br>the salt of the road still untaken. The pain<br>in the neck was grizzlier, <br>when the sun was retreating in virgin hole.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moreover, the wrinkles will tell the tale <br>of truant hands who would not<br>play with the silken adolescence<br>of a delirious moon.</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=515267" data-title="Response de Satish Verma" data-description="The myopic tongues of tall trees, going downhill to find the roots of four-letter words of dead, unspoken, but sung in dark. They had come out of the skin. River was flowing on emotional track, with heavy eyelids. Father said, he would never d..."></div> </div> </div>

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