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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400814" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Indian Thistles</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400814" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She was a gust of the wind<br>fromward an old dancing hall<br>leaf in air of the auburn Fall<br>a walk within sage and mint.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400814" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So she fled, beloved shadow, <br>blest feelings cared to adore, <br>my route to home field yore, <br>the pain of a thrusted arrow.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400814" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There winds cared to bestow, <br>songs we both heard in dusk, <br>high were the shadows to ask<br>of our rejoice in the meadow.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400814" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A distant train again whistles, <br>two stars on remote constrain, <br>sad are and an immersed pain, <br>stays amid the Indian thistles.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=400814" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">© 07.17.2012, All Rights Reserved</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Giorgio+Veneto">Giorgio Veneto</a></strong></div>

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