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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358358" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stream Of Thought</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Today is an<br>Idle sort of day<br>Autumn-like-<br>Almost<br>The foliage upon the trees outside is<br>Somewhat bashful yet, although<br>It was the summer that<br>I have always adored <br>It was a day like this day, that<br>I was taken away.<br> I am starting to remember now, that<br>During my favorite time of year- as<br>I am locked inside this tiny L-shaped room-<br>White walled and barren as I feel inside<br>Impassively staring out the window.<br>My thoughts are elsewhere-<br>Thinking back forty years, upon<br>The day I lost myself.<br>Screaming in terror and bewilderment on<br>The very day the world first fell out from under me-<br>I escaped to another place and time, <br> Thunderclouds, black as the fear raging in my gut, <br>Dark and dismal as that night my world caved in.<br>Lost, alone and screaming with fright…<br>Disconnected wires in my brain, <br>Cotton filled and twisted out of form<br>It was last night I believe<br>They took me away and brought me to this place.<br>In spite of the deluge and the devil’s voices in my head<br>I wish I were outside dancing in the rain barefooted, <br>With my long auburn hair<br>Tossed about by the wind<br>Crying and laughing at the same time<br>At the absurdity of it all, <br>And if lightning were to strike me dead<br>It would be the demon’s voices that brought me to this place, <br>Running scared, screaming out in fear<br>As fiendish voices commanded me to die.<br>It is a sultry, idle sort of day<br>But just like any other day<br>Something happened that made me forget where the flowers grew.<br>Shock was induced to<br>Those disconnected wires in my brain<br>That set my soul afire<br>Screaming out in terror and in pain<br>A kind of pain that I never will forget, <br>As if a cinder block wall was erected between the world, and myself <br>Even if I were dancing in the rain barefooted, <br>My long auburn hair <br>Tossed about in the wind, <br>It would be in some other realm<br>That only I could see or hear-<br>And on an idle sort of day<br>But in some other space and time<br>Autumn like perhaps<br>Imprisoned between these concrete white walls and a Plexiglas window<br>There were so many things I do not recall, but I shall always remember<br>What a delight summer could be<br>And as I lie upon this hard blue mattress just thinking of myself<br> Dancing in the rain <br>With the trees swaying in the wind on<br>The other side of that cinderblock wall, <br> Where the foliage upon the trees<br>Was somewhat bashful yet, and<br>On this idle sort of day, <br>I might even remember<br>Where the flowers used to grow…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> <br>Claudia Krizay</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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Idle sort of day
Autumn-like-
Almost
The foliage upon the trees outside is
Somewhat bashful yet, although
It was the summer that
I have always adored 
It was a day like this day, that
I was taken away.
 I am starting to remember now, t..."></div>
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