<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=572157" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Silent Pages</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another passing moment<br>writes a line in the firmament <br>And the passing days <br>Write their own verse of phrases</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another passing year<br>Writes another stanza, <br>Of an episode <br>Whether an elegy or an ode</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every passing generation<br>a new chapter adds to the collection<br>Every passing age, <br>filling another volume of pages</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every thought and deed<br>known or hid, <br>that lived and living lives articulate, <br>hath but no exact duplicate; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">a draft manuscript, <br>a record accurate and fair<br>without corrections, to keep<br>in a great library somewhere</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A labor in quiet, silent and solemn<br>the never ending book of poems<br>being written without hands<br>and the imprints thereof burned</div><div style="margin:10px 0">forever into memories<br>and left as evidence or legacies<br>For posterity? <br>Or to present one day? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The silent words may not always rhyme<br>Nor make sense<br>But then musical chimes<br>of a million spheres<br>make as much sense…<br>singin’ in the universe<br>…but then only to the author<br>or the composer<br>alone, perhaps?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lyre+Bleus">Lyre Bleus</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=572157" data-title="Silent Pages de Lyre Bleus" data-description="Another passing moment writes a line in the firmament And the passing days Write their own verse of phrases Another passing year Writes another stanza, Of an episode Whether an elegy or an ode Every passing generation a new chapter adds to t..."></div> </div> </div>

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