<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=489800" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Inveteracies...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">a heap of dry leaves<br>under the trees</div><div style="margin:10px 0">trees like fingers<br>stretching to reach<br>the moon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">on the marshes<br>of the big river<br>the full moon sits<br>silently</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a dog barks<br>this morning<br>at the wrong person</div><div style="margin:10px 0">someone calls my<br>name but i do not dare<br>look back</div><div style="margin:10px 0">promises are<br>feet without floors</div><div style="margin:10px 0">faith is always<br>a blind item<br>and people accept<br>them always to<br>be true<br>and all giving<br>and<br>reliable</div><div style="margin:10px 0">blank walls<br>speak too much</div><div style="margin:10px 0">doors close<br>at the wrong hours of the<br>day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">windows imitating<br>the natural<br>beauty of some<br>sexless eunuchs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">facing the monitor<br>i am the nuclear<br>sun<br>threatening the room<br>that the explosion<br>is near</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the dusts run in panic<br>the winds<br>stir the pebbles into<br>rebellion</div><div style="margin:10px 0">etcetera is when<br>you do not know what is next<br>from your<br>self-proclaimed<br>knowledgeability<br>30.</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=489800" data-title="Inveteracies... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="a heap of dry leaves under the trees trees like fingers stretching to reach the moon on the marshes of the big river the full moon sits silently a dog barks this morning at the wrong person someone calls my name but i do not dare look back pr..."></div> </div> </div>

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