<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=515712" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wayward Son</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silent go the dead<br>on the moon, <br>to know the secret of its smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did we know the ending of leads? <br>The dream within the thoughts? <br>Silent moves the trembling hand<br>to print its signature on the heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what is so tragic about life? <br>The memory of bruises or attachment? <br>We always talked about cleanliness<br>of language, of lending beauty to words, <br>when hate and anger brought on the<br>ugly nuances.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Somebody revises the text, <br>Tongue tastes the skin, <br>I start counting my failures<br>and my books.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silent stands the mother<br>for the wayward son.</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=515712" data-title="Wayward Son de Satish Verma" data-description="Silent go the dead on the moon, to know the secret of its smile. Did we know the ending of leads? The dream within the thoughts? Silent moves the trembling hand to print its signature on the heart. what is so tragic about life? The memory of..."></div> </div> </div>

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