<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=490499" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Looking Upon A Child</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">looking upon a child i compress my years<br>like how i keep the lines confined inside my palms.<br>i stop for while following where the child goes.<br>his hands are buds, his feet as small as a saki cup.<br>his eyes as innocent as an oil lamp waking on a dark night.<br>his hair are soft and silky like a kitten fur<br>his sounds like the arrival of morning on the grass.<br>i hold his tiny hands and i am back to my senses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he calls my name, but i am no longer there.<br>i am back to my room. It is as crowded as a storehouse<br>with papers and books and chairs and used clothes hanging<br>on the beams and walls. Some old figurines bathed with dusts.<br>Some dried spittle on the floor. Some unopened off-white pages<br>filled with age.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i wonder, despite this crowd of things and thoughts, <br>despite the fullness of the wind from the window<br>there is still the wide vacancy of space. Inside the heart longs.<br>Inside the sound howls. Inside something so faint shouts.<br>It is the sound of the child still calling my name.<br>It is looking for me and i am never complete.</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=490499" data-title="Looking Upon A Child de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="looking upon a child i compress my years like how i keep the lines confined inside my palms. i stop for while following where the child goes. his hands are buds, his feet as small as a saki cup. his eyes as innocent as an oil lamp waking on a dark..."></div> </div> </div>

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