<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=520172" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rush of A Lie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ancient mountains swept with snow, <br>where a dropp of water begins to flow, <br>is the birthplace of a small stream, <br>and something I would never dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Streams turn to rivers great, <br>that make sure not to be late, <br>that go towards swamps and bogs, <br>and they keep going into the fog.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have you not yet reached the ocean, <br>where all the world is set in motion? <br>Your waters have rushed, <br>fed by the clouds' every flush.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You've left such beauty behind, <br>just for bogs and fog to find.<br>Your droplet has grown; <br>at me your lies are thrown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Soren+Valentine">Soren Valentine</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=520172" data-title="The Rush of A Lie de Soren Valentine" data-description="Ancient mountains swept with snow, where a dropp of water begins to flow, is the birthplace of a small stream, and something I would never dream. Streams turn to rivers great, that make sure not to be late, that go towards swamps and bogs, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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