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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=484534" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Kind Of Sorrow, A Secret Suffering</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">to lose you i know is one kind sorrow<br>for i claim a loss that i never had even once owned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a play of words, and i know you do not understand<br>what each word means, what a punctuation is.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this heart that grieves for what it cannot even touch<br>with its fragile hands, its trembling fingers<br>for what i see is but a glimmer<br>a faint light, a shadow, a hush, a slight glimpse</div><div style="margin:10px 0">no one knows what secret suffering is all about<br>(secret so to say, i give it a language of its own) <br>a heart that bleeds without drops of blood<br>a heart injured yet without the bruises and wound</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i mix with the crowd just like what we do when we go malling.<br>i smile like the way all people smile. i always have a glimpse of you.<br>yet i know, i do not wait for anybody, or anything, this is simply<br>an impossible endeavor. Clouds that dissipate. Air that vanish.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a door that closes. a bus that leaves. a plane turning into a dot in space.<br>i look up actually for nothing. i pretend sometimes that there are stars where there are none but black clouds and tree tops.<br> i look down and only see suffering. Pebbles and gray sands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i sleep without remembering my dreams. i wake up not thinking<br>about what to do specifically with my life. I have everything you say.<br>but since i do not have you, i am still nothing. I am simply arms emptied<br>of its embrace. I am hands groping with nothing but space.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it does not matter. i touch my chest and feel that i am strong.<br>i give up the gift of speech. I take in the gift of words written in utter silence.</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>
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a play of words, and i know you do not understand
what each word means, what a punctuation is.

this heart that grieves for what it cannot even touch
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