<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540684" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Poetry</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">These words are not porcelain</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Nor are they sculpted from a certain glass</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Nor do they shine even after the hour is passed</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But they break like flesh and bone</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> They are a metaphor </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For china</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For fragile things</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And underneath lies the poetry</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Beneath the skin </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> It lives and breathes</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Some senses burn hot</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Some passion dry cold</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But beneath the tempest</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Lies the still hour glass</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Of all thats told</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And these words are the flesh and the bone</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The lines in your head</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The shadow in the photograph</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The stories you have lived</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For who can read you, after words? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Who can know the journey you have taken? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Or understand such imprints in the sand? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And yet they the live and leave their sign<br> <br> In the body of one life</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> yvette 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> <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=540684" data-title="Poetry de Yvette Smith" data-description="These words are not porcelain Nor are they sculpted from a certain glass Nor do they shine even after the hour is passed But they break like flesh and bone They are a metaphor For china For fragile things And underneath lies the poe..."></div> </div> </div>

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