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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=549149" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Couplet: Some Eyes Can't View</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In my long past neighborhood at the intersection where; <br>Narrow streets meet each other—sometimes—I want to be there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where bright yellow beams circle, forks in the road, after dark; <br>Where snowflakes slide down columns, of light rays, that curve and arc.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where lamps perched on tall lampposts illumine black ice and snow; <br>Where bright lights cover corners setting slick and safe aglow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">’Neath those light beams I first heard the silence of falling snow; <br>There quiet—gets quieter—as air currents shift and blow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That’s the somewhere calling me back to its someplace sublime; <br>It appears to beckon me back home near Thanksgiving time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oft I go there in thought when family bustles my heart; <br>With think back memories of streetlights, big brothers, and art.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Isn’t it strange how small things leave a lifetime impression; <br>Or odd—how a simple scene—effects minds eye direction? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like the charcoal version of a streetlight my brother drew; <br>The Lord’s face in its lightest light was hidden art some eyes can’t view.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Caryl+Ramsdale">Caryl Ramsdale</a><div class=q>
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