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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540683" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Poem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This poem is a gift</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Free words</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Under the stench of a barbed wire world</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Flowers that live on</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> After the flowers have been blown from the graves</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In the midst of war</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> These words are a gift</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> A balm for the poor hungry mouth</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To feed on</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> After the nightmare of carnage</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Of lines written in blood</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> On broken walls </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Where fathers and their families lie</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Still and swollen in unmarked plots</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> These words are a gift</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> They are free</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Washing the wounds</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Making speech live on</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Even after so much darkness</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> They are the lightness</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Bringing light</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> yvette smith june 12 2009</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> <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=540683" data-title="Poem de Yvette Smith" data-description="This poem is a gift Free words Under the stench of a barbed wire world Flowers that live on After the flowers have been blown from the graves In the midst of war These words are a gift A balm for the poor hungry mouth To feed on ..."></div> </div> </div>
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