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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=487912" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>For B...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">so you have felt finally<br>that you are alone: your brother after he married<br>built a wall around his wife and<br>daughter</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you can hear their exclusive laughter in the other room<br>and when the light there is finally turned-off<br>you can hear even the whispers of love<br>that you have not met<br>before</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the hands of love<br>drive you away</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you turn off too<br>the only light in your room<br>and the war within you begins </div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is that regret that mocks you<br>there is the passing time that appears like those leaves<br>blown away by the last month's typhoon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you feel like a tree robbed of all those leaves<br>with some twigs bent<br>to the utmost you feel that pain<br> of being<br>uprooted</div><div style="margin:10px 0">moments reversing themselves <br>like the back pages of the <br>book<br>with a vast topics<br>arranged alphabetically <br>which of course<br>you have no desire to <br>carefully read</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you feel this horror of all horrors<br>loved ones <br>abandoning you<br>with their bags full of <br>clothes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">those thicker walls that suck their conversations<br>like water siphoned by<br>a thick cloth<br>oh, how you detest each layer<br>of indifference</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the whole night you never sleep<br>but for now<br>you are a little bit triumphant in this exhaustion<br>these eye bags<br>must posses a noble purpose<br>perhaps to educate you more<br>for the coming days<br>of more empty rooms<br>of chairs that accumulate dust<br>of carpets that accommodate more ticks<br>of those breakfasts<br>left untouched<br>on the table with unchanged covers </div><div style="margin:10px 0">no more tears in this war<br>between you and your hidden self<br>as you wait<br>for the promise that soon<br>there will be a harmony <br>between loneliness and<br>survival<br>between the fingers of time<br>and the slippage<br>that you do not care to account<br>anymore</div><div style="margin:10px 0">well, you assure yourself<br>'outside i still have my own secret garden<br>it is mine and mine alone<br>my brother's children cannot enter<br>now, his wife in truth<br>is not my sister<br>and what i must remember<br>truly<br>must only be my name<br>yes, i am', </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you write it.</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>
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