<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=489532" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In My Own Chosen Solitude....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">in my solitude i take the walk back to the woods</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i go deeper under the trees and it is a world of wanton schemes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i discharge every crowd that resides in my head</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i welcome dead leaves falling from the trees that seem to have hands</div><div style="margin:10px 0">reaching the dark skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am unloading and i do not stop until i am empty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">each step draws an idea which i fish from the water.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i see what disturbance is. I feel the chaos that wants to escape from</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the barks of the trees, from the scales of each fish.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the solitude too struggles like a mouse caught in a trap.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it has learned the trick of calmness, of being steady, of</div><div style="margin:10px 0">being still, in its own chosen silence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the walk has finally taken me like a trap, and i cannot stop anymore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there, ideas are born. flowers grow. animals talk, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">there, dusts have grown the white wings of the doves, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">there, man escapes from a hole, stands tall, and finally walks away.</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=489532" data-title="In My Own Chosen Solitude.... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="in my solitude i take the walk back to the woods i go deeper under the trees and it is a world of wanton schemes i discharge every crowd that resides in my head i welcome dead leaves falling from the trees that seem to have hands reaching the ..."></div> </div> </div>

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