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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=423962" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Spirit of Love - The Little Crustacean</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=423962" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">transparent, white<br>but the lines distinct<br>the little crustacean<br>the little prawn<br>so little it touches <br>the softest spot of my heart<br>throw it back<br>throw it back<br>the world screams to me<br>in each successive wave<br>the breeze soothes <br>my ruffled feeling<br>halcyon day<br>everything peaceful, calm <br>the little prawn<br>waves to me<br>as i take a look <br>at it again<br>wanting to be my friend? <br>its life and death<br>in my hand<br>in my hold<br>i let it lose<br>into the vast sea<br>this time feeling myself <br>tiny as it is<br>in this wheel of life<br>trillion, zillion<br>like the lines<br>of the shimmering waves<br>buddha sits in infinity<br>teaches about the hereafter<br>each of us in this realm <br>taking turns to be each other<br>the good, the bad and the ugly<br>the role cast by love and hate in the hearts<br>the wave heralds my spirit of love <br>as the little prawn swims free <br>out of my sight <br>the wind carresses my face<br>the waves gently lap onto my hands and off<br>the ebb and tide of life<br>i know too that someday<br>somewhere, somebody would<br>let me lose too from predicardments, <br>tribulations</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=423962" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>INSPIRED FROM</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=423962" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Dream Within A Dream<br>==================<br>Take this kiss upon the brow! <br>And, in parting from you now, <br>Thus much let me avow-<br>You are not wrong, who deem<br>That my days have been a dream; <br>Yet if hope has flown away<br>In a night, or in a day, <br>In a vision, or in none, <br>Is it therefore the less gone? <br>All that we see or seem<br>Is but a dream within a dream.<br>I stand amid the roar<br>Of a surf-tormented shore, <br>And I hold within my hand<br>Grains of the golden sand-<br>How few! yet how they creep<br>Through my fingers to the deep, <br>While I weep- while I weep! <br>O God! can I not grasp<br>Them with a tighter clasp? <br>O God! can I not save<br>One from the pitiless wave? <br>Is all that we see or seem<br>But a dream within a dream? <br>Edgar Allan Poe</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=John+Tiong+Chunghoo">John Tiong Chunghoo</a></strong></div>