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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540662" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>No intention</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">These words were never meant</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The word poetic </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Has found itself unpoetic</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Never intended for music</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Or for argument</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> There is no epic, or sonnet</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Of rivulet</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Neither is there purple tinted skies</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Or timpanic symphony</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'unpoetically'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Unwritten</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Unspoken</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Neither hidden</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Nor seen</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> There are days full of graves</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Tombstones for faces</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Clouds full of dreams</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Substance? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> My heart </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> These rain spun stones</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  These crystals of unfathomable light</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Night streets splintered with tears</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Where have yougone my love? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Where have you gone my love? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Refusing refuge and solace</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Some days lye empty</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Half woken from their sleep</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Refusing the poetry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  The invevitable singing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  That follows falling down</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  And spinning wheels of madness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  The desire for doing nothing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Being almost spent</div><div style="margin:10px 0">     yvette m smith feb 09</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Yvette+Smith">Yvette Smith</a><div class=q>
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 The word poetic 

 Has found itself unpoetic

 Never intended for music

 Or for argument

 There is no epic, or sonnet

 Of rivulet

 Neither is there purple tinted skies

 Or timpanic symphony

 'unpoetically'

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