<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=491269" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>No Regret For Anna</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SHE WAS with the red movement before<br>raging in four storms</div><div style="margin:10px 0">HER BOYFRIEND Dave faced the bullets squarely<br>defenseless against a rusty ideology</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many, many years, everything seems to be forgotten<br>Like death, like the pursuit of what is ideal</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SHE MOVES to another place, but come December<br>IT is time for reminisces, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">SHE VISITS a place where death once took away love, <br>Faces it with head high and steady arms</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lights a candle, lay the flowers beside a river<br>The song of the river makes her cry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">EVERYTHING is sad here, and all the people do not remember him<br>Or her, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">ONCE death claimed life, and life surrendered, <br>Death had taken away from her, her future, she does not complain, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">THERE IS one thing though that must remain<br>INSIDE her heart, true love for the man who died not for her</div><div style="margin:10px 0">BUT for country, for the masses <br>For the Filipino people.</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=491269" data-title="No Regret For Anna de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="SHE WAS with the red movement before raging in four storms HER BOYFRIEND Dave faced the bullets squarely defenseless against a rusty ideology Many, many years, everything seems to be forgotten Like death, like the pursuit of what is ideal SHE M..."></div> </div> </div>

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