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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=513688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dark Holl Tolls</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=513688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When the dark hour tolled its bell; <br>I had to bring certain things to light.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=513688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It was needed, the roots concealed yet; <br>Had to be brought to the surface.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=513688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Again I had to light those candles of my memory, <br>Which were put off by the wind of occasions.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=513688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I had to listen to the faint cries of my soul, <br>I had to grasp arms of past uncertainties.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=513688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I needed to explain, to put reason in my lost child; <br>I had to tell him that the wind does not sing lullabies.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=513688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Also that the Rainbows were not employed to<br>Fill the black corridors of deserted souls.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=513688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The rain is not for washing off uncertainties, <br>Sun is not for the sake of warming our spirits</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=513688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And the grass doesn't conspire to tickle our beings.<br>No one was there to hear me, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=513688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The child of me had already migrated, <br>With the last flock of birds which flew from my childhood.</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=Sarang+Mangi">Sarang Mangi</a></strong></div>

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