<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=486156" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Attuned....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">everything slips away<br>ah, that usual feeling of sands thru your fingers<br>water from a cup of hands<br>air inside your nostrils reaching your lungs<br>giving it back<br>in a single sigh</div><div style="margin:10px 0">one becomes an expert at expulsion somehow<br>yes wasted but not consumed<br>feeling the loss but not fearing anything anymore<br>that way of embracing rejection<br>like what happens to everyone else<br>we're all in these<br>suffering yes, but not that long enough<br>one masters the pain<br>and does not talk about the details<br>under the moon<br>darkness turns out to be a home<br>silence a favorite<br>recreation</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=486156" data-title="Attuned.... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="everything slips away ah, that usual feeling of sands thru your fingers water from a cup of hands air inside your nostrils reaching your lungs giving it back in a single sigh one becomes an expert at expulsion somehow yes wasted but not consumed ..."></div> </div> </div>

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