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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=489644" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In This Bin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">in this bin<br>i put<br>everything</div><div style="margin:10px 0">pains, sorrows, <br>&<br>joys, happiness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">my bin<br>and my own alone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">like some mailbox<br>of my <br>emotions</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is a world<br>where<br>i am: open, close<br>mystery, <br>double talk<br>whisper</div><div style="margin:10px 0">shout<br>angry, scream, howl, <br>wail, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is where<br>i can be everything: a mocking bird, a werewolf, an angel, <br>devil, <br>crocodile, merman, worm, fish, butterfly<br>eagle<br>monkey, ghost, soul, <br>passionate body</div><div style="margin:10px 0">fingers, hands, feet<br>lips</div><div style="margin:10px 0">all the feelings and colors<br>of my mind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">feel me, as i too feel you<br>what have i to gain<br>what have i to lose</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you say, you think, words, words, and nothing but words, <br>no, <br>no, <br>do not reduce everything to simple terms of words<br>and letters<br>and syllables, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is a field where i have sown the seeds of my self<br>and some flowers<br>begin to bloom here, and some fruits are ripe for the picking</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i like you being the child who climbs <br>the tree where my fruits are sweet and ripe</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i like you being the lady who comes along<br>and picks my flowers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i like you being the wind that helps my clouds<br>drift only to be alive <br>crossing the boundaries of space between<br>peaks of mountains</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is not a dustbin anymore, this is my house<br>this is my dwelling</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is a soft easy chair in my mind<br>a glass vase with a red rose<br>glazed with dew</div><div style="margin:10px 0">like my tears, like my eyes that i am hiding<br>for you not to clearly see</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is not just a dustbin, this is now my home<br>come<br>come<br>come</div><div style="margin:10px 0">make this your home, enter my door, follow me<br>in the labyrinths of my feelings<br>my hopes and dreams</div><div style="margin:10px 0">come<br>come<br>come</div><div style="margin:10px 0">take a seat, and have breakfast with<br>me<br>see the glass window opening to a view<br>of the pines and the green mountains</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a little frost may blind us<br>but here we are, i have prepared you tea<br>and<br>sympathy and some stories about myself</div><div style="margin:10px 0">listen, and be free, to tell your stories too, <br>the sun has just shone </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and indeed, it is a very new day.</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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i put
everything

pains, sorrows, 
&
joys, happiness

my bin
and my own alone

like some mailbox
of my 
emotions

this is a world
where
i am: open, close
mystery, 
double talk
whisper

shout
angry, scream, howl, 
wail, 

this is where
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