<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=487616" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>everything I once owned</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rianne, you evolve somehow<br>You must know, how you started<br>Your first lines with something<br>Like the womb of your mother<br>Some classical music<br>And nursery lines recited<br>Even before you are born</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then you talk about <br>Papa and mama and their loving hands<br>The male guitar the female voice<br>And tender fingers and rosy cheeks<br>And some babbles on the cradle</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You grow up and talk about love<br>And the opera and some applause<br>Remembering the phantom songs<br>And the labyrinths of the heart<br>A little complication now<br>A grudge of some little prisons<br>And some birds wanting to be free<br>From a golden cage</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Rianne I anticipate something<br>Sooner you will learn my language<br>Of happiness and bliss and wandering<br>To the sea, the one with a beginning <br>And seemingly without an end</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How I decided to swim be like a fish<br>And be with the corals of the deep<br>How I like to have fins and codes<br>Deep down the far oceans to other continents<br>How I like some things far away<br>How I like never coming back<br>Because there is so much out there<br>And everything I once owned and claim to own<br>Have all become exhausted</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=487616" data-title="Everything I once owned de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="Rianne, you evolve somehow You must know, how you started Your first lines with something Like the womb of your mother Some classical music And nursery lines recited Even before you are born And then you talk about Papa and mama and their loving..."></div> </div> </div>

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