<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=489648" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In This Poem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">when it rains for days<br>we damn the weather<br>we blame the gods<br>we for once do not like <br>the smell of water.....but then...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when the rain is gone<br>and there is no sign of a black cloud that it is coming ever again<br>we again complain<br>hating the sun, disgusting the feel of light<br>the warmth of days<br>we damn the gods<br>for not hearing us <br>our pleas all written in the <br>that empty space<br>in that drifting air</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but the gods, gods as they are<br>have known our hearts<br>and minds</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and they are never damned at all<br>in one lightning gear<br>striking us all<br>we become nothing<br>perishing<br>as we so deserve</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is written, so written<br>in this poem....</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=489648" data-title="In This Poem de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="when it rains for days we damn the weather we blame the gods we for once do not like the smell of water.....but then... when the rain is gone and there is no sign of a black cloud that it is coming ever again we again complain hating the sun, di..."></div> </div> </div>

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