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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535533" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Amir, Prince Of Treetops, Now Sleeps In His Bright Yellow Room</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">perhaps you are</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a bee sleeping in </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the heart of a flower </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>the stone of your </div><div style="margin:10px 0">head softening </div><div style="margin:10px 0">sweetly upon a pillow </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>your little hands </div><div style="margin:10px 0">opening into bestowal </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>while you sleep </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the sun ripens </div><div style="margin:10px 0">plums into honey </div><div style="margin:10px 0">upon the little </div><div style="margin:10px 0">feet of the bee </div><div style="margin:10px 0">of Mashhad**</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Little bee</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you awaken </div><div style="margin:10px 0">a child screaming </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'injustice' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you carry his </div><div style="margin:10px 0">cry to parks </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to courts</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>authorities have</div><div style="margin:10px 0">declared war on </div><div style="margin:10px 0">yellow and pillows</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>all plums are</div><div style="margin:10px 0">suspect </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Innocence is</div><div style="margin:10px 0">threatened with </div><div style="margin:10px 0">exile yet still </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in a shrub beneath </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the golden window of </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the girl you must </div><div style="margin:10px 0">love in secret </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you smile and </div><div style="margin:10px 0">recite Hafez</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>and the walls of </div><div style="margin:10px 0">state and of the </div><div style="margin:10px 0">local god are </div><div style="margin:10px 0">falling finally </div><div style="margin:10px 0">down truly one </div><div style="margin:10px 0">as rubble </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>still the powers </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that be refuse to </div><div style="margin:10px 0">see blood and dust </div><div style="margin:10px 0">though the lemon </div><div style="margin:10px 0">trees at Ferdosi's</div><div style="margin:10px 0">tomb are opening </div><div style="margin:10px 0">into blossoms </div><div style="margin:10px 0">proclaiming a</div><div style="margin:10px 0">kingdom of justice </div><div style="margin:10px 0">through bitter tears </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> <br>little bee now </div><div style="margin:10px 0">sweeps the little </div><div style="margin:10px 0">room of its heart </div><div style="margin:10px 0">your heart </div><div style="margin:10px 0">of hope </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and fear </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>the muezzin calls</div><div style="margin:10px 0">fly away all to each </div><div style="margin:10px 0">his dutiful prayers </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>bee too flies </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>honeys the feet </div><div style="margin:10px 0">of those who would</div><div style="margin:10px 0">kneel to be closer </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to the Friend </div><div style="margin:10px 0">whose Voice is</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sweet in the halls</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the streets the</div><div style="margin:10px 0">friends of the</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Friend of Mashhad </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>they do not know</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that the bee up </div><div style="margin:10px 0">from flower-heart </div><div style="margin:10px 0">is busy keeping </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the peace </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>flower </div><div style="margin:10px 0">by </div><div style="margin:10px 0">flower</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>they do not know</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that the child </div><div style="margin:10px 0">sleeps whose hands </div><div style="margin:10px 0">are gentle bestowals </div><div style="margin:10px 0">always counting </div><div style="margin:10px 0">slowly</div><div style="margin:10px 0">one two three</div><div style="margin:10px 0">at the top of</div><div style="margin:10px 0">his tree</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>**Mashhad is the second largest city in Iran and one of the holiest cities in the Shia Muslim world. It is also the only major Iranian city with an Arabic name. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mashhad is also known as the city of Ferdowsi, the Iranian poet of Shahnameh, which is considered to be the national epic of Iran.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Warren+Falcon">Warren Falcon</a><div class=q>
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