<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=491266" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>No One Steps Twice On The River Of Life...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is not the rage of this river.<br>when i was a child, as mother says, <br>i keep my finger inside my mouth<br>sucked by my throat, to keep hunger away<br>beside the bank of this river</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am the spectator<br>and the river believes in the magic<br>of my innocence<br>it flows always in a distant<br>affection, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is not the rage of the river, <br>it is i, the grown up man who goes swimming<br>in the river and feel<br>the joys of its cool waters<br>always moving on towards<br>a destination<br>it is the swimming with a friend<br>and then<br>with a lover and then with a wife<br>and then my silence, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">what we do not have we force to forget<br>it is the bathing in the river<br>the rinsing and the cleansing of the waters<br>it is not the rage of this river</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then we become too weak to be in this river<br>the river moves on and on<br>towards the deepest sea looking for the<br>opening</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i wait by the bank of this river<br>many things have been missed<br>the more important ones<br>the one that gives the posterity of<br>my humanity<br>it is denied of me because of this river<br>that gives me nothing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">all the while i was the leaf that fell off from<br>the tree<br>on the side of this river<br>and i floated because i have nothing to do<br>because i can do nothing about<br>the flow of the river<br>i become the dead leaf that the air<br>rides upon<br>tossed and bumped on boulders<br>till i sink<br>deep down the river<br>that i shall pass only once.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">time.</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=491266" data-title="No One Steps Twice On The River Of Life... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="it is not the rage of this river. when i was a child, as mother says, i keep my finger inside my mouth sucked by my throat, to keep hunger away beside the bank of this river i am the spectator and the river believes in the magic of my innocence ..."></div> </div> </div>

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