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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342593" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Traces Of Madness (madman's Song)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You would have said, ship carries us to the water<br>and wets us in the joys of sail.<br>And my reason would have raised its voice saying<br>A ship rather lets us remain dry of the river<br>And so would have been our fight.<br>Had there not appeared my madness and being our guide<br>told our wise ignorance that ship lets us know <br>that life and death are but two sides of the same coin and <br>coins cannot buy us more than what we have; <br>and what we have learnt to own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don't question my madness, nor inquire its sources<br>I shall also not talk of your sorrow and your song's sadness<br>But if at this greater curiosity greets your heart<br>know that it is my only inheritance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am heir of many lost roads<br> So my book begins not at a beginning<br>And I author letters addressed to shelter less souls, <br>I tell tales those only a traveler knows<br> not of the travel but from the travel of life of a wanderer</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I worship my madness<br>that is not mine but have become very own of my songs<br>help prevail a little silence in its praise of yours<br>for without it no one would have been happy<br>though everyone would have seemed to be<br>no one would have been sad<br>though everyone would have seemed to be.<br> <br>Behind the rainy dews of the grass on whose softness<br>I walk is a fire of death and birth<br>and the many storms of life.<br>I have treaded upon all and so I know<br>what it is to burn.<br>If you have not seen beyond sights<br>And all of fire you had known is a candle light <br>behind your lover, why talk of fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My pain is never an orphan<br>Nor is it blind<br>It walks upon the road shown by my smiles<br>hand in hand like eternal lovers<br>And since times unknown to me<br>My joys are nomads.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are reasons or else<br>nor you neither I would have been so<br>Unsung and unexpressed<br>It's you to know now who is mad; <br>when the madman and the madness in his songs<br>stand before you as I offer you my poems.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Aman+Saa">Aman Saa</a><div class=q>
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and wets us in the joys of sail.
And my reason would have raised its voice saying
A ship rather lets us remain dry of the river
And so would have been our fight.
Had there not appeared my madness a..."></div>
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