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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=570675" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rippling Mirrors</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=570675" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Rippling mirrors morning<br>Yellow roads ahead<br>Winter without warning<br>Made my roses dead</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=570675" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now there´s time of evening<br>Kisses of the cold<br>Temperaments in a swing<br>Depth of frost unfold</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=570675" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Grays of shadows close<br>Murky hours calling<br>Wintriness morning rose<br>in window drops falling</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=570675" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Like my love that is lost<br>On to the past of days<br>Deep hollow earthly frost<br>Each its pleasures ways</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=570675" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Rippling morning´s glowing<br>In the clouds going by<br>Everything is now going<br>From its fervor high</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=570675" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yesterdays were giving<br>All the things from heart<br>Now new times are living<br>In their pathways depart</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=Peter+S.+Quinn">Peter S. Quinn</a></strong></div>