Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=496399" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Write About The Tree</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=496399" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">to write about the tree and the sun<br>how do they ever stand each other? <br>is it the need? is it the love? <br>i cannot really write about it.<br>i always see them there as i sit under the tree's shade.<br>as i scorch myself under the sun's heat.<br>i could have written about the unfolding to the red flower<br>and the wonder of the grass.<br>i am helpless now.<br>i am addicted to something else inside the room.<br>on a dim light. on a warm bed.<br>do not say a name. do not mention about the shape of<br>the human body.<br>yes, it is. and will always be.<br>the human anatomy speaking about itself.<br>love is not a word there. it is a view. it is a touch.<br>it is beyond what is good and what is wrong.<br>it is the silence. it is the swallowing of what we are.<br>it is the rubbing of skin. until the universe<br>ejaculates what it keeps.<br>until the earth reveals what is in that womb.<br>it is the unreasoning of life's rules.<br>it is merely the flow.<br>nothing else.</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=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a></strong></div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black