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=514479" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dark Performance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=514479" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">An empty indulgence, <br>tortures the deep imagination<br>the immutable name of unuttered grief. <br>Gradually the fear of unknown, <br>takes hold of the lungs, spleen. <br>We don’t put the, <br>solitude for soul-search. <br>I am hearing myself now.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=514479" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The fake overtakes the acuity. <br>Death looks the sacrilege from a distance. <br>The saffron clouds create <br>the opacity in transparent green. <br>Once we were all colorless, <br>full of dirt now; storing <br>our memories in empty hearts.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=514479" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The vigil was over, <br>rains scattered the seeds.<br>The hours and days were littered <br>with bruised limbs of shaken faith. <br>No body held the banner. <br>The dark performance of believers <br>was sheared off by sharp lights.</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=Satish+Verma">Satish Verma</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