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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=559085" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In the Eyes of My Mother and Grandmother</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the eyes of my mother and grandmother<br>There lived a limpid green coolness: <br>Moss covered stones, around an ancient well; <br>Trailing vines entangled about the cenote's mouth; <br>Scrawled incantations on antique wooden chests<br>Their treasures concealed in endless green canyons of agate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At day's end, the same gleaming, green elixir; <br>I could float on it's pale peridot waves<br>Or fully immerse myself there, in fright's flight or languor's ease, <br>Could submerge myself as the beloved, of those intelligent green rays<br>Ever visible, through the leafy canopy of daily living, <br>An emerald sky always smiling down from above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After I saw their green lamps slowly grow dim; <br>Then extinguish themselves, I could no longer hide myself there: <br>Their embracing foliage retreated, withdrew<br>From where the last light had left, as if it had moved too far<br>To be visible from where it had always shone, before; <br>Only to save myself then, I ran whimpering away: <br>It was the only time I found no sanctuary there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But sometimes now, searching again<br>I can find buried tendrils of a once fresh, softened green fury<br>Which grew tumultuous, only in defense of me; <br>Or that vivid hope, of a proud jade that once poured out<br>Molten, to harden around childhood's fragility.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And like a guarding amulet of rare green amber, enclosed my world<br>Kept it safe of lurking monsters, disguised dangers<br>Guarded the waking hours, or else enfolded them<br>In their green curtained gazebo of sleep, <br>As tender mimosa dreams floated past fragrant fields of clover.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I nightly and invisibly grew taller and stronger<br>With my own clusters of foliage, budding fruit, <br>Just waiting for the sun to finally breathe itself<br>Into the tiny green illuminated flecks, that now swim forever<br>Only inside my own small lichen pools of dreaming earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Patti+Masterman">Patti Masterman</a><div class=q>
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There lived a limpid green coolness: 
Moss covered stones, around an ancient well; 
Trailing vines entangled about the cenote's mouth; 
Scrawled incantations on antique wooden chests
Their treasures conceal..."></div>
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