<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=553586" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From My Room</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">From my room I hear<br>The wind blow<br>Strings from icy harp<br>Filling the dark<br>Now outside</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The morning comes with night<br>And leaves with night<br>My heart is in dark<br>Like flickering light<br>Pounding on and on<br>Through to dreams gone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the dark clouded sky<br>With beams of low sun flight<br>Time slowly passes by<br>With shadows left to right</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From my room I hear<br>Where I now dwell<br>The dark voices near<br>Of iciness and its cartel</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strings from icy harp<br>Filling the dark<br>Now outside</div><div style="margin:10px 0">*Federico García Lorca once wrote: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“From my room I hear<br>The water jet<br>A finger of grapevine…”</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=553586" data-title="From My Room de Peter S. Quinn" data-description="From my room I hear The wind blow Strings from icy harp Filling the dark Now outside The morning comes with night And leaves with night My heart is in dark Like flickering light Pounding on and on Through to dreams gone In the dark clouded sky W..."></div> </div> </div>

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