<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=484394" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Dot In The Sky</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am used to being<br>a lone eagle in that highest sky</div><div style="margin:10px 0">my eyes are sharp<br>my claws sharper and more agile</div><div style="margin:10px 0">my wings are silver<br>my feathers platinum</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>when i met you<br>i begin to understand what pity is all about</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the weakness of the scents of flowers <br>on those days of May</div><div style="margin:10px 0">bathed me and wrapped me into a<br>prison of sympathy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i tried to lift you up to make you feel the power of wings<br>the independence of claws</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the self-sufficiency of radar eyes<br>the vision of eternity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i learn love but with all these<br>i can always unlearn everything</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and be back to my own wings again<br>now merciless, sharp, and ready to forget</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you are you <br>that purple flower clinging to the cracks of the rocks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am myself<br>in another journey without any memory</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>i guess this is what happens<br>always to that eagle in the highest sky</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a dot that you see<br>and then erased in space.</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=484394" data-title="A Dot In The Sky de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="i am used to being a lone eagle in that highest sky my eyes are sharp my claws sharper and more agile my wings are silver my feathers platinum when i met you i begin to understand what pity is all about the weakness of the scents of flowers ..."></div> </div> </div>

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