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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=488767" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>How Can We Ever Know?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am the tree in the forest of your mind.<br>if you paint, i am just one of the lines in the canvass.<br>if you sing, i will only be one of the notes<br>and if you write, i am but a syllable.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the same manner, no matter how i tell you <br>the truth about myself, <br>in some shadows of the silhouettes of the night<br>a dark figure in the middle of the dark background<br>you grope as i make some protrusions on the wall<br>you feel something and then the object slips like a fish<br>back into the sea</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sometimes i put on my name and you read it.<br>you say, i am that name, but i laugh, i am not a name.<br>on a moonlit night, i am that bird flying away.<br>you lose sight of me like i am a ball thrown by a child <br>sucked by the night.<br>on a sunny day, i pretend as one of the petals in your garden<br>less the smell, you dismiss me as one of those<br>that you can always afford to lose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is funny, you want to know me, and say you value <br>this getting to know.<br>it is sad, i am not concrete. I am always as fluid as the river.<br>as fluctuating as a mirage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am the desert. I am the rock.</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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if you paint, i am just one of the lines in the canvass.
if you sing, i will only be one of the notes
and if you write, i am but a syllable.

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