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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=575223" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Almond Tree</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This snowy cold December morning<br>the pen<br>is full of almond branches, leaves<br>and black gnarled twigs covered<br> with white blossoms<br>the scent of that tree is intoxicating<br>for here on the real earth, <br>such trees do not ripen, <br>nor bear the fruit of that tree.<br> <br>As children our first movement is to sing joyous songs, <br>innocent voices, filling mountains and dales with arias.<br>As adults our first movement is toward joy, <br>yet we give it away, venting full expression<br>to a gloomy tho not unfamiliar view of life.<br>once delighted with the world as children<br>now the world is in a tangle, <br>for opened eyes have seen only the glow of fires, <br>massacres, injustices, humiliations, <br>and the unrelenting shame<br>of braggarts and despots.<br> <br>I look at the pen, it's branches, twigs, leaves<br>now covered, with cherry blossoms<br>and breathe in the intoxicating scent of that tree<br>knowing full well such a tree does not grow in dirt<br>nor can humanity cut down that tree.<br> <br>That tree does not desire to save<br>nations or people<br>heal the sick, <br>raise the dead, <br>connive with politicians, <br>nor change drunkards and fools<br>with songs of hope...<br> <br>The only goal is this, only this<br>that I see and smell the almond tree, <br>learn to look with love, <br>heal this heart, <br>without knowing from various ills-<br>for that almond tree says to me: Friend<br>stand in the glow of ripeness with me<br>not knowing what purpose served.<br> <br>Through worm filled tufts<br>in that sweet garden<br>that almond tree raises it's eyes<br>and every blossom<br>enjoys the air it breathes</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Liberatore+Suffoletta">Liberatore Suffoletta</a><div class=q>
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and black gnarled twigs covered
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the scent of that tree is intoxicating
for here on the real earth, 
such trees do not ripen, 
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