<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=490320" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Letting Life Serve You</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">when you write<br>some words<br>you always have someone in mind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">someone that you wonder<br>because you cannot control her<br>because she has become<br>too unpredictable</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as she <br>like a worm grapples with the slowness<br>of her movements<br>upon the <br>indrawn lines of the leaf</div><div style="margin:10px 0">seeping time<br>like tea</div><div style="margin:10px 0">soon things happens by themselves<br>without our knowing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">how the cocoon's silence <br>breaks and<br>gives way to life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">how wings grow from<br>arms<br>how minds open like parachutes<br>of morning glories<br>along the untrodden paths of<br>this earth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you decide finally that sitting down<br>is the best thing to do<br>watching has become the wisest<br>philosophical option</div><div style="margin:10px 0">things unfold like letters<br>that we have failed to read<br>chairs open their plain smoothness<br>for us to be there</div><div style="margin:10px 0">tables are always ready with food<br>shoes get inside your feet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">life becomes a banquet<br>and all those that it had given life<br>is always there to serve</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=490320" data-title="Letting Life Serve You de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="when you write some words you always have someone in mind someone that you wonder because you cannot control her because she has become too unpredictable as she like a worm grapples with the slowness of her movements upon the indrawn lines of ..."></div> </div> </div>

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