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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576501" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Golden Hour</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only time will tell when my cross<br>joins the thousands upon the side of this road<br>I've traveled a thousand times before <br>and a tousand more will follow<br>for tomorrow does not exist.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rain upon my back is nothing<br>but a track to set thoughts into motion.<br>The kind of motion that steps in time and place<br>yet with a pace killing heart beats and silent speaks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Black marks upon ourselves <br>we roll with thunderous hellhounds on our tails.<br>Forward is the only notion needed when<br>Death beats at the door with a<br>house warming gift fit for a losing king.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those lost, <br>who had their youthful loom snipped<br>by the three shrews of fate; <br>their final hour dressed in thoughts of lavender<br>or gal, <br>now hangs in the form of a tear on the cheeks of loved ones<br>who won't accept the setting of another sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These White Crosses, <br>a sea of White Crosses, <br>a living testimony <br>of the dead in our wake.<br>May their names be writ in stone upon<br>our memories and live on until we too<br>join their elegy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Shawn+Greyling">Shawn Greyling</a><div class=q>
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I've traveled a thousand times before 
and a tousand more will follow
for tomorrow does not exist.

Rain upon my back is nothing
but a track to set thoughts into moti..."></div>
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