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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478961" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Facing a Blank: Part 3</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here I am facing a blank page once again, <br>searching the white for borders and meaning.<br>Where my inspiration has dried up like a river<br>in the dryest summer, in this famine filled place<br>where meaning dares not tread for fear of death.<br>Up at five thirty, looking out at the morning<br>the touch of cold air is only that, a touch<br>morning twilight glimmers over clouds, <br>but they bring no hope for change or growth<br>This life was given for what reason? <br>to seek out sustenance in this place<br>Green profusion is everywhere, yet all is dead<br>the goal is there, but it is uncouth and evil<br>Why search for such goals, except to fit in<br>when there are riches beyond the desert? <br>Every day we gather together in comradeship<br>and it is like a shallow oasis, there and gone.<br>Holding together for a deeper pool; love maybe<br>or for the wine that we consume just to smile.<br>And each night in hope I look to her face, <br>see not the signs, and take one more drink<br>It is despair brought to life in false happiness.<br>And I face the blank alone, holding tight to reason-<br>that this, too, shall pass beyond the blank spaces.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Poet+Dragon">Poet Dragon</a><div class=q>
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Where my inspiration has dried up like a river
in the dryest summer, in this famine filled place
where meaning dares not tread for fear of death.
Up at five th..."></div>
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