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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358218" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Building Bridges</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I came from another place<br>I was born under a different star and<br>That is what I believe- When the rain fell, I did not grow, <br>In the sunlight I could not see what was ahead of me, <br>That sun was so far away- although far away from everyone, <br>I know and I believe- Building bridges in my sleep<br>Trying to get to a place where<br>I would grow and my thoughts would be in control-<br>Walking pathways in my wakefulness uphill and down<br>Trying to find a place where I would fit, <br>As would a piece in a jigsaw puzzle or<br>Perhaps just to be heard, or understood? <br>Here alone I can hear my thoughts as they speak to me, <br>Almost like far away voices echoing within the back of my mind-<br>My soul was snatched away at birth or I was born under a different star-<br>To where I wish I could return-<br>If I could fly with broken wings, I would, <br>If I could cry tears of joy, not sorrow, I would-<br>I am an angry spirit building ladders out of time-<br>That time I feel is running out-<br>Picking roses in vain trying to find a purpose here-<br>Building bridges when I sleep, <br>Where I would cross to another place in time, <br>I continue to walk pathways in my wakefulness<br>Until I find a place where I could grow with the flowers and <br>Find beauty and a purpose in this world <br>Because I don't know where that star into which I was born is to be-<br>Perhaps it was a shooting star traveling across the universe-<br>I got lost along the way and landed here - <br>A rare bird whose wings have broken and cannot fly-<br>So I will continue to build those bridges in my sleep and<br>Walk uphill and downward in my wakefulness-<br>Until my thoughts are in control and when my thoughts are in control, and<br>I become a flower or better yet a tree, just happy to be growing<br>Amongst nature- flowers and trees don't weep or feel the pain<br>Of being threatened or lost-I shall grow until I touch the sky and<br>Meet face to face with the sun which shall shine hope upon me and<br>Everybody knows that trees and flowers haven't a care and <br>Just stand looking strikingly beautiful- they have no wounded spirits-<br>They are loved by everyone and because they have no souls, <br>They are never misunderstood…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Claudia+Krizay">Claudia Krizay</a><div class=q>
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I was born under a different star and
That is what I believe- When the rain fell, I did not grow, 
In the sunlight I could not see what was ahead of me, 
That sun was so far away- although far away from everyone, 
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