<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=545205" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>And What of Me, If I should Fall.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And What of Me, If I Should Fall</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What more can I say to thee, on wounded heart and bended knee, <br>October winds caress my hall, and what of me, if I should fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The yellow photo that cannot talk, the cup of wine now turned to chalk, summers touch the king of Saul, and what of me, if I should fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Distant echo from the past, love so true on blood stained glass, that frozen kiss at the midnight ball, and what of me, if I should fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">House of paper and cotton buds, beating heart and mental thud, <br>My name on red and cindered walls, and what of me, if I should fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old church on that windswept hill, Heathcliff shivers with frowning chill, swallows song and sky so tall, and what of me, if I should fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My blue sea with its whitewash foam, October streets and home alone, <br>Unto the breach with yelling call, and what of me, if I should fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cloudless forest on barren land, self destruct by noble hand, my sword is sharp and steely raw, and what of me, if I should fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Fergus+Michael+Condron">Fergus Michael Condron</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=545205" data-title="And What of Me, If I should Fall. de Fergus Michael Condron" data-description="And What of Me, If I Should Fall What more can I say to thee, on wounded heart and bended knee, October winds caress my hall, and what of me, if I should fall. The yellow photo that cannot talk, the cup of wine now turned to chalk, summers touc..."></div> </div> </div>

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