<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=484735" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Note About Sunset....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is always something<br>that you have not seen about the sunset</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you always evaded it<br>when you capture it with words</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what was she wearing when she left you? <br>when your mom died miles away from you, what color did you see? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">when you mourn upon love, what coldness was there? <br>when your friend betray you, what was it that faded inside you? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">was it not the orange in sunset? was it not the darkness that it left<br>after it faded into a wordless space? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">oh, it was you alone, as always, and yet you have failed to<br>record it exactly, the way passion paints a picture of itself.</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=484735" data-title="A Note About Sunset.... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="there is always something that you have not seen about the sunset you always evaded it when you capture it with words what was she wearing when she left you? when your mom died miles away from you, what color did you see? when you mourn upon ..."></div> </div> </div>

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