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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358233" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Downhill Path</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life is never a flowering tree and a hurricane snatched some brutality away-<br>In one sense of the word freedom would rule and<br>In another, I can only see the rain. I foresee no future-<br>Only dandelions grow all summer long and<br>Leaves fall from the maple trees as autumn sets in.<br>I grew up in a home in which<br>I often believed I was living in purgatory-<br>Far away from stars in the sky, although overshadowed by clouds-<br>The sun always rose at dawn.<br>Today rain falls upon the essence of time and<br>I can feel the heat of the brushfires in hell below me <br>Searing the road I am trying to walk- all uphill with no direction-<br>I have yet to find my place in this world, in other words, reality-<br>It hardly matters because behind me exists a downhill path upon<br>Which I can turn back and walk back upon to the world of my thoughts; <br>Life has never been a flowering tree and although rain has been said to<br>Nourish trees and make them grow- fog is dense and I am locked inside<br>A chamber of madness where the only sounds I can hear and see are<br>Monstrous beings and voices that cannot be seen or heard by anyone else-<br>I would pick a bouquet of dandelions in the summer if I believed that<br>As a gift they could bring joy to somebody- but flowers die soon after they are <br>Plucked from their mother stems and when all of the flowers have been picked, <br>All I can see is rolling hills of grass, that is when cloud cover and fog<br>Become too impenetrable for me to foresee any destiny? <br>I often wonder if the stars so many speak of truly exist-<br>If they do so exist, they are many light years away-<br>Rain is pouring and I can hear the wind, as I walk down that hill where<br>The world of my fantasies awaits me- there I can find some freedom ruling.<br>Inside the world of my reverie I cannot fathom what the future holds-<br>This gives me hope that there is a chance I may someday sit peacefully<br>Beneath a flowering tree- at dusk looking up towards the sky seeing the stars, and<br>As past memories dissolve into nothingness and my future remains a mystery to me-<br>I shall just keep on watching the rain falling- but I am not without hope, as for<br>Some reason- I know that there is always an end to rain, I have created a world for myself, <br>And I am certain that the sun shall rise again- even after all of the flowers are gone…</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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In one sense of the word freedom would rule and
In another, I can only see the rain. I foresee no future-
Only dandelions grow all summer long and
Leaves fall from the ma..."></div>
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