<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=490410" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Listening To A Child Singing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">another innocence<br> preaches <br>In a sweet song <br>From tight lips <br>A song of love <br>She barely knows<br> perhaps <br>Only has the feel of <br>A world new to her eyes </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such a song<br> such fantasy <br>Good for children <br>Shall cure a little of this <br>Big wound that <br>keeps rotting <br>In poisonous odors <br>Such pains <br>that keep pinning <br>Hearts that curse <br>almost <br>Learning all <br>blasting blasphemy </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such song for us <br>all living <br>Every breakfast time <br>We dread to remember <br>we <br>Who are dumped<br> in a damp <br>Loveless locomotion </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hear her sing <br>to a world <br>That I already <br>misunderstood <br>My tired eyes are wanting <br>of escape-dreams <br>My dirty feet shiver <br>for these rough <br>Foundations </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, sweet song yet <br>only a child-song <br>Who can stop such <br>a short swing to eternity? <br>And forget <br>everything <br>everything <br>everything <br>… We can do noting for her<br> and for her song <br>we can do nothing too <br>so we just listen <br>and go back to our<br>work <br>work <br>work <br>and <br>work again.</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=490410" data-title="Listening To A Child Singing de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="another innocence preaches In a sweet song From tight lips A song of love She barely knows perhaps Only has the feel of A world new to her eyes Such a song such fantasy Good for children Shall cure a little of this Big wound that ke..."></div> </div> </div>

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