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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=484643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Message For The Mourning Beloved...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">every morning<br>i write </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but not for you<br>today</div><div style="margin:10px 0">every morning is <br>a sacrifice</div><div style="margin:10px 0">an offering for<br>the goddess of<br>truth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">every morning is <br>an exercise of honesty</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the night may still<br>be on that stage of <br>denial</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>i may write for you<br>soon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i do not wish you<br>to read for now</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it will be<br>incredible<br> nothing is<br>worth believing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for the meantime that<br>the words are<br>still constructed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what you see actually<br>is not what you get</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is a ripe fruit<br>for the season &<br>it will be for your personal<br>picking</div><div style="margin:10px 0">tomorrow is the best <br>place for you<br>to fathom the depths of<br>my suffering</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you lay in bed crying<br>and you wipe your tears</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the thoughts will come<br>like sunshine on the window</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then you will have a hint<br>of me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you follow it<br>like a bird <br>flying away to a <br>faraway hill</div><div style="margin:10px 0">towards a cave<br>where darkness is a little bit<br>mixed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">with light and shadows and<br>creeping sounds of <br>bats<br>& glowing worms</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then you shall understand<br>what everything in me is all about</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you see<br>you can only understand the past<br>when you have arrived<br>at the room of the<br>future</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when what you remember of me is only the wind<br>what what i am to you is no longer a star.</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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i write 

but not for you
today

every morning is 
a sacrifice

an offering for
the goddess of
truth

every morning is 
an exercise of honesty

the night may still
be on that stage of 
denial


i may write for you
soon

i do not wish..."></div>
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