<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=486139" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At This Hour Of Separation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">at this hour of our parting<br>i hold your hand to feel its last warmth<br>you do not look at me<br>to my glances<br>you have chosen an evasion</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you wore your dark glasses<br>you enter a certain darkness<br>where you think<br>i cannot see your eyes with tears</div><div style="margin:10px 0">clouds drift at your face<br>you go <br>finding your place inside the <br>predeparture area<br>i wave my hand and left you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you are gone<br>the plane slices the clear skies<br>i know<br>from up there<br>i am but an ant below the haze<br>distance does<br>the inevitable forgetting</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=486139" data-title="At This Hour Of Separation de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="at this hour of our parting i hold your hand to feel its last warmth you do not look at me to my glances you have chosen an evasion you wore your dark glasses you enter a certain darkness where you think i cannot see your eyes with tears clouds ..."></div> </div> </div>

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