<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=488274" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Garden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When we talked about the world<br>we were talking about order: <br>a trail of grass, a fist of blooms.<br>My mother points to a slow<br>and deliberate fall of the full fruit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“When we are dying, ” she says<br>“when we are long gone and dead, ”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And it is so easy to pretend we had a world<br>of choice. A green, easy tending.<br>The orchids tenaciously<br>cling to their dark barks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We talked straight into evening, <br>straight into each tangled tendril<br>angled against dark, into dark.<br>If we could only hold the edgeless<br>in place. Night and its reckless weeds.<br>The light was not ours to give.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">* written by L.L.YPIL</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=488274" data-title="Garden de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="When we talked about the world we were talking about order: a trail of grass, a fist of blooms. My mother points to a slow and deliberate fall of the full fruit. “When we are dying, ” she says “when we are long gone and dead, ” And it i..."></div> </div> </div>

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