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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=548678" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cloud In The Fog</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cold wind cuts through my face like glass, <br>Along two lines on my cheeks it was exceptionally sharp.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The moon shone down on me covering me with a silver hue, <br>The icy ground like indigo stained my feet frosted and blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My fingers crackled as I tried to move them<br>My toes refused to move however much I told them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My clothes threadbare, hung along my body with no other choice, <br>My hair scattered all over my shoulder holds the raining ice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is no sign of life in this isolated venue<br>I’ve left all hope of any possible rescue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the streaks of pink show up on the horizon, <br>The fog sets into play as appears the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun is nothing but a show of nature, <br>Even it is cold with no warmth in its features.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the fog robs me of my partial vision<br>I see a little cloud appearing like an illusion.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The little cloud was made up of the vast fog<br>Yet they felt as different as a desert and a bog.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cloud seemed to grow as it neared me, <br>It held me gently and cut me free: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of my cold bondages. It tried to melt my heart<br>That had frozen in the long icy past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It defeated all the fog and protected me fruitlessly from the cold<br>As the fog cleared the sun shone on my face bold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cloud wrapped me in a beautiful gown<br>It swung me on itself and flew me north along.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I flew like the wind over mountains and molehills<br>Still frozen as ice, the wind giving me chills.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun drew closer, closer every second, <br>After rising for seven days there began my descent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Below me loomed a warm tropical village, <br>I landed square on my feet before a tiny cottage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cloud gave me a message that it had done all this for me, <br>But it didn’t for once know my history.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I look south with my fog blinded eyes new to the vision<br>The warmth after cold is like handcuffs when out of prison.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I still stand as frozen as an idol <br>Even after saving me, it left me alone, the cloud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tropics now cut through my face like a knife<br>Exceptionally cold on two lines of my cheeks like ice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isabella+Francis">Isabella Francis</a><div class=q>
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The moon shone down on me covering me with a silver hue, 
The icy ground like indigo stained my feet frosted and blue.

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