<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=485686" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Occurence....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">when things go awry<br>like some plates flying out of the kitchen<br>breaking their faces on the floor<br>one day<br>or in some other days of your liking<br>you become so engrossed <br>in your silence<br>your hands begin to pick up the pieces<br>pondering<br>the mind probes deeper<br>into some<br>recesses of memories long buried<br>in those layers of years<br>and then<br>your feet begins to decide to walk away<br>silence no longer<br>synonymous with silence<br>sounding more<br>like some winds wishing<br>for swan<br>songs....</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=485686" data-title="An Occurence.... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="when things go awry like some plates flying out of the kitchen breaking their faces on the floor one day or in some other days of your liking you become so engrossed in your silence your hands begin to pick up the pieces pondering the mind probes..."></div> </div> </div>

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