<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=488089" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>For Those Who Grieve</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">no one<br>no one can really stop you <br>from eating the bark of the tree<br>the thick skin of the<br>fruit</div><div style="margin:10px 0">no one can tell you what should have<br>been proper <br>or better</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you like the skin and you throw away<br>the fruit that could have<br>satisfied your<br>thirst and hunger</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the bark has poisoned you<br>the moon has warned you too well<br>the worm is wriggling<br>its frail and elongated <br>body</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you have no ears<br>your sense of smell so badly damaged</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and now you<br>are dying</div><div style="margin:10px 0">no one tells you that life is as sweet<br>as the ripe fruit of the tree<br>that luscious flesh that flowing<br>juice</div><div style="margin:10px 0">your gaze is sharp as a knife<br>stabbing even the<br>sun</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you are always right</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what you have been searching<br>that can satisfy your hunger and thirst<br>is not found on the fruit<br>not even in the tree</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is in the poisonous bark<br>that useless skin<br>that silly coat</div><div style="margin:10px 0">definitely it is not even here<br>where we are all grieving</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=488089" data-title="For Those Who Grieve de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="no one no one can really stop you from eating the bark of the tree the thick skin of the fruit no one can tell you what should have been proper or better you like the skin and you throw away the fruit that could have satisfied your thirst and ..."></div> </div> </div>

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