Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=515919" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Earthworm In An Hourglass</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don’t call me the seductive Sun, <br>That stretches out to burn every flower chosen, <br>Burning itself out, before darkness spreads her hair, <br>All its charms it has spun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don’t call me the stealthily staking Moon, <br>With her clouded memory reigns bright solitary, <br>In lunar milky glow her blemishes show, <br>Her imperfections enhance her beauty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don’t call me that denounced outcaste Star, <br>Seeking her beau, like a flash of forgotten dew, <br>Under the aegis of what gods from a universe afar<br>She diligently tries to reach out to you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don’t compare me to the passing spring, <br>That throws fleeting banquets on the run, <br>Lightning & thunder, to the rhythms of nature play encore, <br>Blossoms & butterflies in ruby panic of fleeting time cohere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don’t compare me to the wet rains, <br>When you come & go with each wistful moan, <br>What sobbing skies have the storms dreamed? <br>To rejuvenate the earth with desire of man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don’t compare me to the shady mists of pale autumn, <br>Falling leaves hailing hymns, frowning long night’s measure, <br>Bees grin of promises of spring unkept in wet kisses<br>Vista throws convulsions of color & flavor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don’t compare me to cuddly winter’s enduring grace, <br>Where every breath clouds up in weather so foul, <br>Strength of trees are tested, yet stripped they shall stand witness, <br>As I trudge to arrive at your call.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don’t get down on your knees-<br>To call me your Sun, Moon & Star, <br>Like them we have war whooped Time & are not changed by it, <br>Though always looked up to, yet their distances are kept, on ground never their hushed foot fall, <br>Counting their sand grains, the hourglass has given up, a feeling to worship is born, .<br>In an anguish with no pause, they patiently await to rejoin their own..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don’t compare me-<br>To the varied seasons-that are not so sweet to me, <br>They ceaselessly count the receding hours in the hourglass & don’t let me be.<br>Instead call me the EARTHWORM toiling in the dark calling your name, <br>An enduring truth binding us together, for a preordained journey down below, <br>When the thin sand doubts, I give my life’s hourglass a little shake, <br>Giving me wobbly knees, out the endearments like crystal stardust, flow, <br>Leaving the EARTHWORM with more sand at the top of the hourglass than at the bottom<br>And my time shall never run out! ! ! ! .</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Seema+joglekar">Seema joglekar</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=515919" data-title="Earthworm In An Hourglass de Seema joglekar" data-description="Don’t call me the seductive Sun, 
That stretches out to burn every flower chosen, 
Burning itself out, before darkness spreads her hair, 
All its charms it has spun.

Don’t call me the stealthily staking Moon, 
With her clouded memory reigns b..."></div>
</div>
</div>