<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=533026" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Scorcher time…</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is a scorcher waiting time…<br>Under the shadow of your name<br>I count the grains of sand<br>That stealthily escapes throw my fingers …<br>That without smoothing out your face can do nothing…<br>And my spirit without asking me, got up and went to you, <br>Far way, at the other side of the shore<br>The fevers of your silence to deprive<br>That until I will know if you are fine…<br>Without waiting for turning my spirit back<br>Maybe you will…<br>Find me at my lonely room <br>Switched off…<br>Or Dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vasil Marku<br>New York October 2011<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Vasil+Marku">Vasil Marku</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=533026" data-title="Scorcher time… de Vasil Marku" data-description="It is a scorcher waiting time… Under the shadow of your name I count the grains of sand That stealthily escapes throw my fingers … That without smoothing out your face can do nothing… And my spirit without asking me, got up and went to you, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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