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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=560777" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Land Of Innocence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nightfall in my childhood, <br>Memories of my future send<br>Their scent in my mind...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My life and my feelings now? <br>A knife through my heart, <br>Sins that torn apart <br>The once-innocent mind...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The moon’s glance falls over the<br>Garden of my childhood, <br>There, where beauty is still untainted, <br>When I was as fresh as the morning dew...<br>I remember those feelings so well, <br>I keep them hidden in a safe place, <br>Locked inside my heart! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I believed then in the snowy-egret nymph, <br>I thought she came to me at night, <br>And carried me above the water<br>Through the Danube Delta, <br>To see the secret lagoons <br>Covered up by weeping willows, <br>To see the black swans as they dance, <br>As they perform a sacred ritual of nature, <br>To see the pelicans as they sleep.<br>Gazing at the black egrets, <br>As the wind smoothes their soft feathers, <br>To see those black ballerinas<br>As they all reveal an unknown passion: <br>The passion for the night! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And my dreams were beautiful then, <br>My voice was clear and sweet, <br>My mind was innocent and true, <br>Not touched by the perverted hand of life...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And it’s true what the nymph said to me, <br>Looking in my eyes, singing softly to my ear: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“From cradle to coffin, <br>You shall dream, <br>You shall wish and hope! <br>But remember, innocence can never be lost, <br>You will always have it inside, <br>Take your memories, put them aside, <br>And you shall find it<br>Right there; innocence stays! ”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How can I break away from what I am now, <br>Who will take those tears away? <br>Was I punished for naivety? Or for innocence? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet the falling into the sinner <br>That I am today, was so mild...<br>The falling always comes<br>With the sweetest sensations! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I crave for another night of my childhood, <br>I crave for a journey back<br>In the land of living dreams, <br>The land of sweet torment, <br>Land of Innocence! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Memories keep on swinging back, <br>And they hit me with all of their great power...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The nymph looked upon me, every single night.<br>She once took my hand and placed it on my heart: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Here, you shall look inside, <br>Here are your memories - pieces of life, <br>Here are your dreams – pieces of immortality, <br>Here is your energy and frenzy -<br>Pieces of your untamed soul, <br>Here is your innocence, and always will be, <br>You just have to look after it.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ballet on water was revealing itself<br>To my child eyes, to my mind...<br>A weeping willow was my shelter, <br>I saw the couples of swans, <br>As they gently, tenderly danced a waltz, <br>Gracefully, slowly...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I woke up the next morning, locking the secret inside.<br>The awakening from that beautiful dream, <br>Into the nightmare of today <br>Came with the biggest of pains: <br>Realizing what I am, <br>Realizing it will never be the same...<br>My heaven I feel as if it is lost, <br>My dreams, I feel I will never accomplish...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The awakening! <br>The falling! <br>The curse! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I crave for another night of my childhood, <br>I crave for a journey back<br>In the land of living dreams, <br>The land of sweet torment, <br>Land of Innocence! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was dreaming every night, <br>I only had sincere smiles...<br>Now I cannot but fake them, <br>My nights are filled with bad dreams, <br>I fear someone has stole it away from me...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can I still dream? <br>Should I dare to dream? <br>Should I dare to touch the innocence inside? <br>What if it’s not there anymore? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nymph comeback to me again, <br>Only one more time...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Take me there, <br>To see the show that never ends, <br>Take me there, <br>To hear you sing to me again, <br>Take me there, <br>To be myself one more time... </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Comeback snowy-egret nymph, <br>Un-fill my heart of regrets, <br>And fill it with dreams and child’s passions, <br>Un-do this course of adulthood, <br>Teach me how to find myself, <br>To find my own dreams! <br>I do not dare to dream anymore...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silence all those <br>Hell-voices from my mind! ! ! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The awakening! <br>The falling! <br>The course! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear white, frail nymph<br>Bring me only Innocence, <br>It is all: mystery, passion, <br>Dream, love... <br>But most importantly, <br>Innocence is Poetry! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Snowy-egret nymph, <br>I shall dream about you tonight...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dawn in my childhood, <br>Memories of my past send<br>Their poetry in my mind...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elya+Thorn">Elya Thorn</a><div class=q>
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Memories of my future send
Their scent in my mind...

My life and my feelings now? 
A knife through my heart, 
Sins that torn apart 
The once-innocent mind...

The moon’s glance falls over the
Garden of my childhood, ..."></div>
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