<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=483674" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>115</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">listening to a child singing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">another innocence<br>preaches<br>In a sweet song<br>From tight lips<br>A song of love<br>She barely knows<br>perhaps<br>Only has the feel of<br>A world new to her eyes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such a song<br>such fantasy<br>Good for children<br>Shall cure a little of this<br>Big wound that<br>keeps rotting<br>In poisonous odors<br>Such pains<br>that keep pinning<br>Hearts that curse<br>almost<br>Learning all<br>blasting blasphemy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such song for us<br>all living<br>Every breakfast time<br>We dread to remember<br>we<br>Who are dumped<br>in a damp<br>Loveless locomotion</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hear her sing<br>to a world<br>That I already<br>misunderstood<br>My tired eyes are wanting<br>of escape-dreams<br>My dirty feet shiver<br>for these rough<br>Foundations</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, sweet song yet<br>only a child-song<br>Who can stop such<br>a short swing to eternity? <br>And forget<br>everything<br>everything<br>everything<br>… We can do noting for her<br>and for her song<br>we can do nothing too<br>so we just listen<br>and go back to our<br>work<br>work<br>work<br>and<br>work again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</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=483674" data-title="115 de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="listening to a child singing another innocence preaches In a sweet song From tight lips A song of love She barely knows perhaps Only has the feel of A world new to her eyes Such a song such fantasy Good for children Shall cure a little of this B..."></div> </div> </div>

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