<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=552844" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Flowers in the Background</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flowers in the background<br>Old times in gray and white<br>Life songs turning around<br>In their all and different light<br>Deems of melodies slow<br>The timbres in hour’s mood<br>As they turn on and then go<br>In taste of its beauties fruit</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You were singing of yesterday<br>Once close to days here<br>Through windows coming play<br>In memories from everywhere<br>You gave your song to me<br>In dreams of your pleasures<br>Something that flowed on free<br>And now the time treasures</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With sunglasses in tomorrow<br>Ahead of today’s now song<br>Each beat in simplicity borrow<br>To move on and get along<br>I saw you in my lyric book<br>And I heard your voice humming<br>Like corners in life streets look<br>Of sideways blooms blossoming</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flowers in the background<br>Old times in gray and white<br>Life songs turning around<br>In their all and different light<br>Deems of melodies slow<br>The timbres in hour’s mood<br>As they turn on and then go<br>In taste of its beauties fruit</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">*To this picture: http: //www.flickr.com/photos/peter_s_quinn/3969850923/</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Peter+S.+Quinn">Peter S. Quinn</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=552844" data-title="Flowers in the Background de Peter S. Quinn" data-description="Flowers in the background Old times in gray and white Life songs turning around In their all and different light Deems of melodies slow The timbres in hour’s mood As they turn on and then go In taste of its beauties fruit You were singing of ye..."></div> </div> </div>

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