<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519960" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Metaphors of A Free Poet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leaves shine their best<br>In the fall, <br>When they are dying.<br>Days grown cold<br>Are left behind, <br>While the sky comes around to crying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shadows can only show<br>True beauty, <br>Scattered in rays of the sun's light.<br>While nature's darkest picture<br>Is the moon hidden behind clouds, <br>On a chilled and rainy night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What sets the soul<br>Of the poet free? <br>- the lack of law to conformity -<br>To bend and blend at will<br>Time with eternity; <br>Outter inspiration with inner ability.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some times (with surprise) arrive<br>With no name, <br>Leaving only questions to ponder<br>Why they came.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Words in cryptic ways<br>May design delicate days, <br>Adorned with wonders so brief<br>Bringing just the slightest spiritual relief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If even one soul<br>May find, <br>In some word I've pressed<br>A small peace of mind, <br>Or see just a glimpse<br>Of beauty so divine, <br>Then what I have sought<br>Of all that I feel, <br>(written metaphorically) <br>Shall finally become real.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This beyond all else<br>Is what sets the soul free, <br>Within the likes<br>Of a simple poet... like me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Smoky+Hoss">Smoky Hoss</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=519960" data-title="Metaphors of A Free Poet de Smoky Hoss" data-description="Leaves shine their best In the fall, When they are dying. Days grown cold Are left behind, While the sky comes around to crying. Shadows can only show True beauty, Scattered in rays of the sun's light. While nature's darkest picture Is the moo..."></div> </div> </div>

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