<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=487402" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Each Poem That You Are Reading</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">each poem that you read<br>is a product of painful eyes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">from the excruciating grief<br>of the heart</div><div style="margin:10px 0">from those exhausted fingers<br>still moving till nigh-time</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the writer is a psychosomatic bleeder<br>so you see no stain whatsoever</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is only when things are too near<br>that you feel pain and acknowledge it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but when you travel and create distances<br>from yourself</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when you drift like a cloud<br>(the usual cliche for drifters) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">or perhaps a raft on the river<br>along the surges of cagayan de oro</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you begin to see the most beautiful shape<br>of that struggle</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a cheek smoothed by the flow of tears<br>soft hands massaged by those pains of the days</div><div style="margin:10px 0">cautious lips, open mind, a heart that is finally set free<br>by the candidness of your thoughts</div><div style="margin:10px 0">no longer entrapped by the words that you left<br>tied on those yellow sheets of paper</div><div style="margin:10px 0">from that silent room where smoke hangs <br>on the ceiling.</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=487402" data-title="Each Poem That You Are Reading de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="each poem that you read is a product of painful eyes from the excruciating grief of the heart from those exhausted fingers still moving till nigh-time the writer is a psychosomatic bleeder so you see no stain whatsoever it is only when things ..."></div> </div> </div>

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