<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=545137" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>And Angels cried...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thud! , sends a nerve racking sound<br>the last to be made by you<br>as you begin your thousand years of silence<br>send forth by the words of the priest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wreathes; no more roses with 'I love you' cards<br>nor cheers with glasses of wine on anniversary days<br>only in memoriams with a stick of flower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tears; that is all you have left me<br>together with joyful memories turned sad<br>for I have nothing more to give other than the ashes in hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rains; tell the tale of this very sad day<br>an irony, for it was the first nature's force<br>to approve of our relationship<br>now the last to end it<br>for it bears the tears of the angels too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Chinwe+Robert">Chinwe Robert</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=545137" data-title="And Angels cried... de Chinwe Robert" data-description="Thud! , sends a nerve racking sound the last to be made by you as you begin your thousand years of silence send forth by the words of the priest. Wreathes; no more roses with 'I love you' cards nor cheers with glasses of wine on anniversary days ..."></div> </div> </div>

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