<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476389" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>They do indeed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">One day...Not sunny, nor gloomy<br>at a dust washed park bench, where <br>I used to meet my shadow, and<br>talk about circles until recently<br> <br>I met this innocent bystander<br>a poet and a preacher, he was<br>sitting on the wooden bench, silent<br>doing nothing except counting clouds<br> <br>'What's you doing, O' innocent bystander? '<br>'Is you counting the bastards up on you? '<br>Ignored me completely, he carried on counting<br>wearing a blank expression on top of an empty one<br> <br>Give up that easy, I absolutely did not<br>sat next to him, hoping for the best<br>looking up at the few grey splatters<br>trying to fix some connection between us<br> <br>The silence got louder, whilst he<br>the preacher/poet, kept doing what's worth<br>and what wasn't, for me until suddenly<br>I jumped from inside, yelled 'Enough already! '<br> <br>'You're the first I talked to, in years of loneliness! '<br>'Isn't it rude to ignore a person completely? ' asked I<br>He simply gazed at the blue sky frowning, drowning<br>in to a most calm pensive sleep with open eyes<br> <br>Without even looking at where I was, not moving<br>slow as a gazelle running through the barren deserts<br>breaking the ringing silence, vibrated his vocal chords<br>'Lad, try to keep in mind new pages do smell good! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Pamuditha+Zen+Anjana">Pamuditha Zen Anjana</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476389" data-title="They do indeed de Pamuditha Zen Anjana" data-description="One day...Not sunny, nor gloomy at a dust washed park bench, where I used to meet my shadow, and talk about circles until recently I met this innocent bystander a poet and a preacher, he was sitting on the wooden bench, silent doing nothing exc..."></div> </div> </div>

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