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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=578836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Voice Of Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scanning the land, <br>With her soft and alert eyes; <br>Searching for the 'clawed' ones<br>Whose thought alone chilled her spine, <br>With a thorough look at every side<br>Only after the last vestige of doubt had died; <br>She called him just like her mother used to, <br>In her soft and alert voice, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">' Come my son, come....' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Protecting him from the unseen danger, <br>She could not risk being scared; <br>Because with every step she took she knew, <br>History would shout 'encore', <br>For the day when her mother made her run, <br>But never met her at home, <br>And all that she remembered of her, <br>Was her soft and alert voice, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">' Run my daughter, run....' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She eyed her son to be sure, <br>But quickly focused away, <br>To the silent movements in the land, <br>To the visible unseen danger; <br>They were far, she could escape, <br>But her son was weak and slow, <br>And in a hurry she called to him, <br>In her soft and alert voice, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">' Quick my son, quick....' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Faster than a bullet, swifter than the wind, <br>She could run and she knew that well, <br>But the thing she knew well the most, <br>Her son was weak and slow, <br>She had to protect him now, <br>He deserved no pain, was all she knew.<br>She turned around and fought her death, <br>She knew no pain, her son was safe, <br>And all she said while drifting to sleep, <br>Was in her soft and alert voice, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">' Run my son, run....'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kanishk+Gupta">Kanishk Gupta</a><div class=q>
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With her soft and alert eyes; 
Searching for the 'clawed' ones
Whose thought alone chilled her spine, 
With a thorough look at every side
Only after the last vestige of doubt had died; 
She called him just like her mother used ..."></div>
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