<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=486869" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Contemplating About Home</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the night has not befriended me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and so i walk alone down Jones Street<br>under faded lights of dawn</div><div style="margin:10px 0">tall posts, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">under the narra tree<br>two boys are sleeping holding on to their<br>bare hands<br>to keep themselves warm as the cold air<br> keeps on blowing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">an old man counts his steps<br>using a cane <br>manages to take a farther walk towards<br>Fuente Osmena</div><div style="margin:10px 0">jaywalks much to the aghast<br>of taxi drivers when the traffic lights<br>turn green</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a newspaper vendor is repairing his bicycle<br>leaving his morning papers <br>frightened on the road</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a white dog tied to a post<br>of this fruit stand keeps on barking at me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the woman that owns it shouts 'shoo! shoo! '<br>i am perhaps a stranger lost<br>to her view</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the month of June is opening buds of the fire tree<br>inside the fenced grounds of a mental institution<br>of this city</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as i contemplate of my early plane trip <br>towards home</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=486869" data-title="Contemplating About Home de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="the night has not befriended me and so i walk alone down Jones Street under faded lights of dawn tall posts, under the narra tree two boys are sleeping holding on to their bare hands to keep themselves warm as the cold air keeps on blowing a..."></div> </div> </div>

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