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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=560045" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jewel.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Adorned by sparkling snow<br>Glittering in the window<br>Are the eyes.<br>They peer into the skies<br>and dream of a place<br>Where there is no perfection <br>And everything they consume<br>Is not a confection<br>Where not everything blooms<br>With the purity of innocence<br>Were there is no nonviolence<br>And no consistence<br>Of smiles<br>From adults<br>As if they were a child<br>And their eyes glitter<br>With the bitter innocence<br>of not knowing death or strife<br>and all the rest<br>where there is killing <br>and money is the root of all evil<br>and the world is filled with it<br>where silence about guilty pleasures is so loud<br>it beats the noise of innocent dreams<br>of parents being proud<br>of their children<br>these perfect glittering sparkling eyes<br>dreams of a place full of lies<br>Staring at the moon<br>While on the other side <br>There are pairs of eyes<br>That cries<br>for a place to hide<br>A place of perfection<br>nonviolence and youth<br>Where youth really does mean innocence<br>And the innocence blooms<br>A bloom that will bloom forever<br>and you will succeed in every last endeavor<br>and each endeavor will be filled with good intentions<br>and each good intention benefits every one<br>and everyone helps eachother<br>And there is no such thing as the death of<br>A sister or mother.<br>Where money is the root of all evil<br>and there is none to be found<br>Where the truths of hapiness will be expound<br>Where every thing you eat will<br>be a confection<br>and there is no such thing as <br>a political election<br>where when you peer<br>Into the eyes of an adult<br>There is no eruption of corruption<br>Where there is not diversion of perversion<br>but belevolence and innocence <br>past a point you can not measure<br>and they are not just seeking pleasure<br>a pleasure that is hushed by silence so loud<br>it beats the noise of a parent beiong proud<br>these eyes so dim<br>That they can barely swim in hope<br>so small in size<br>wishes and prays for a place<br>that is void of lies<br>wether it be the glittering, the dim<br>the one that can barely swim <br>they each have a jewel within them<br>Wether it be the proud, the loud<br>the silenced, the hushed<br>each have a jewel growing that can not be rushed<br>when this jewel is fully grown <br>they will be able to make the decision on their own<br>wether to stay home where they are<br>or venture out very far<br>and switch places so they can be<br>what they consider truly happy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Melissa+Ferrer">Melissa Ferrer</a><div class=q>
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Glittering in the window
Are the eyes.
They peer into the skies
and dream of a place
Where there is no perfection 
And everything they consume
Is not a confection
Where not everything blooms
With the purity of innocence
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