Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
The starry sky
It is cold,
I look at the abandoned road,
but I dont feel alone,
sitting, under this starry sky,
I feel so complete.
My friends shine high above me,
they do not complain,
nor do they demand,
forever, silently,
they give me their company,
and I know, when I feel down,
I can just turn to these
fateful friends of mine,
and my grief will go down,
despite this cold sympathy.
poem
by
Amatulla Mohammadi
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