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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473743" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Listening Stones</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473743" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Listening Stones. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473743" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">These mossy stones put on top of each other…a wall.<br>green plants sprouts out of them like ears, do they hear<br>my whisper of compassion? Guarding small plots of <br>land no one tills anymore, where thieving sheep eat rare <br>flowers without a second thought. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473743" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">One field is blood red of flowers that should end all wars. <br>They sell the plastic variety for you to put on your lapel <br>and show you remember the nameless soldier who fell <br>on a grimy battle field with an unanswered question on<br> his bloody lips.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473743" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Old stones once you were children of the highest peak<br> But the peak disappeared into sand, tired of it colossal <br>weight. Look at you now, guardians of hidden beauty, you<br> can stop nothing as rain grinds you into pebbles and <br>dumb sheep continue grazing on rare flowers.</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=Oskar+Hansen">Oskar Hansen</a></strong></div>

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