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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=579149" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Young Blossom</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=579149" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Bright, young dreams, flourished in the blossom<br>An old and beautiful orchard its mother<br>Ideas smother into form, the motherly tree stained by splotches of her lucid dream</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=579149" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Decorated by the exuberance of warriors, the amorous songs of birds, the tree is acute, shining like a simile to the sun. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=579149" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Then there comes a storm, hectic chariots with their hoofs of lightning, engulf the land and green decays to black, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=579149" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Families disband, unity undone<br>Mother separated from her only son<br>Blossom leaves flee, under the sway to be set free<br>The iridescent paintings become shabby and scattered<br>The colour loosing its glee<br>The young blossom, wet with tears<br>Wrinkled and tattered, scuffled and torn<br>Found its fate among the decadence<br>Of anything beautiful and lofty borne</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=Lek%C3%AB+Loshi">Lekë Loshi</a></strong></div>

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