<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=572985" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Some Whispers Provoked a Wife to Lie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were sitting, and a vernal breeze playing, <br>Yet she was looking, he wasn't any attention paying.<br>A passing concubine granted her part for the playing breeze<br>And whispered in the man's ears, <br>Then, gone with the wind<br>She just wanted her greetings to send.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wife started to gasp, <br>Consoling herself it was a mishap.<br>He, a daydreamer, caught of his wife a glimpse<br>Trembling, shaking, and raging were her lips.<br>Were the concubine's whispers uproarious? <br>Or was his love thought to be glorious? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She'd twist the veil of expressionless.<br>She'd put on an edifice of deceitfulness.<br>And ask, 'would an infant loathe his father? '<br>Some whispers had a wife her husband to bother.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The husband, daydreaming of the whispers footsteps<br>Of whom passed and evoked the ribs<br>Of a wife to beseech her doubts<br>To fade away behind the shouts<br>Of lying truths, those serenity should trigger<br>Yet the husband's ignorance, cruelty would river.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Suddenly, the wife faced the truth with its death<br>And drowned herself in myrrh to act a myth<br>She said, 'of my thoughts you are the leader! '<br>Yet her husband was merely a daydreamer!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eiz+Qarqash">Eiz Qarqash</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=572985" data-title="Some Whispers Provoked a Wife to Lie de Eiz Qarqash" data-description="We were sitting, and a vernal breeze playing, Yet she was looking, he wasn't any attention paying. A passing concubine granted her part for the playing breeze And whispered in the man's ears, Then, gone with the wind She just wanted her greeting..."></div> </div> </div>

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