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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=520040" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Line</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes a line comes along, <br>From nowhere, or<br>Anywhere, or<br>Everywhere; <br>It's just there<br>Going into your head, <br>Like the blueprint of your soul<br>Has been read.<br>And it is good -so good- to you.<br>You feel you must share it<br>With the entire world, through and through.<br>So you work and you try<br>To find a way<br>With wise words<br>This line to say; <br>Wrestle with your intellect<br>As you might, <br>Work on it<br>Day and night.<br>Still, the written words just are not there; <br>And, you begin to wonder does it matter? <br>Would anyone, anyhow truly care? <br>So, you put it away <br>In the darkness of the mind, <br>Out of touch<br>And out of time.<br>The moments and seasons<br>Drift ever along, <br>To here and to there<br>On and on.<br>As life has a way of pounding<br>And dragging with a mix of wonder and drear, <br>Day unto day<br>Year after year; <br>Season upon season...<br>Until, for some unseen reason<br>You one day come to realize<br>It's still there...<br>In your soul, somewhere.<br>That beautiful old verse<br>From way back when, <br>So you seek it out<br>Once again.<br>Ponder and ponder through the mind<br>Search and search, look and look<br>Until you find<br>The nearly forgotten words<br>Of this fantastic old line.<br>When once more thought<br>It still lays open the soul so bare, <br>And gives cause again to wonder<br>Now, would-could anyone care? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, with age comes shifting perspective<br>Thereby giving cause to think: <br>Does it truly matter anymore? <br>For is that- was that ever-<br>What the line<br>Was given for? <br> <br>Soon your spirit soars<br>Whistling, to yourself, the old familiar score, <br>A time... or two...<br>As here again it has its mystic effect upon you, <br>Its movement, its passion<br>Its wonderful sense of sweet satisfaction; <br>The places it takes you<br>In your heart and mind, <br>Way back and way forward<br>Throughout all time.<br>As if a precious gift<br>Given for none other, <br>Your spirit alone to uplift<br>Like the tender note of a fantastic old lover.<br>Therefore you become quite aware <br>Even if no one else ever cares, <br>The line was never meant for the world.<br>Rather, all along<br>It's meaning to be known, <br>Was always and only...<br>For you alone.<br>It was only with you<br>Who could truly for it care, <br>That God did so, the line<br>Desire to share.</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>
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From nowhere, or
Anywhere, or
Everywhere; 
It's just there
Going into your head, 
Like the blueprint of your soul
Has been read.
And it is good -so good- to you.
You feel you must share it
With the entire world, thro..."></div>
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