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=576902" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Kite-Part 1</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576902" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I once was the kite, a beautiful, flying kite<br>I soared the sky, I dipped and swooped with all of my might<br>You were the tree, my tree, growing tall inside my yard<br>Growing tall and healthy, your strength mighty and hard<br>One day, unknown to all as to why, I got stuck<br>Stuck on your highest branch, freedom was no luck<br>The longer I was there, the more entangled I became<br>Tighter and tighter, knotted in my prison-like game<br>With every sharp wind, from every sharp word from you<br>I wrapped around more and more, as your ugly words blew<br>A tangled mess so bad, I was left atop this tree<br>This relationship tree I once depended upon, now traps and keeps me<br>Through storms of bad fights, your emotional wind blows<br>I get whipped and battered, around in knots my life goes<br>During angry weather, my body gets ripped and beat<br>Thrashed against this tree, where branches were my treat<br>The shade the leaves offered me, when the days were bright<br>Now is dark with mystery, keeping in secret the life of my kite<br>I am still there, for all to everyday see, although my color is gone<br>Faded and weathered, ripped and torn, endlessly trapped, I hang on<br>Oh how I want to be that flying kite again<br>Guided and held by trusting hands of way back when<br>To fly high and be free, through the sky I would go<br>How and why my flights changed, I might never know</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=Deborah+Cromer">Deborah Cromer</a></strong></div>