<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=491426" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Octavian This Time</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">motionless. this is the circle. you are out.<br>motionless. open, <br>parenthesis, i am inside, i am a pause, i am enclosed, <br>close parenthesis, and you are out. ousted. a bird, a pigeon, born to fly<br>to get the bud, and tell me, there is peace on the land, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">trance. my tongue shrinks inside my throat. i am silent.<br>i keep things inside. they are gifts of silence. i treasure them<br>inside my heart, they become my priceless treasures.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">my hands. do you touch them like greek gods? what do you offer? <br>a goat, a calf, a turtledove. rise up, and be a star. reborn, <br>a chasm, you fall, and you keep on falling, <br>darkness, and light, getting married in that chasm, and you<br>are there cradled between them</div><div style="margin:10px 0">light. so much light. blindness. gaze. stare. close and sleep.<br>you ask, where are we? where i am taking you? you ask if i am still<br>holding your hand? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">through your eyes. this is the passage of time. through your eyes.<br>leaves. flowers. clouds. the sun kissing the mountain top.<br>let all these stay. in your heart. let them sing about the birds <br>that build their nests in your dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we arrived. we shall now leave.</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=491426" data-title="Octavian This Time de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="motionless. this is the circle. you are out. motionless. open, parenthesis, i am inside, i am a pause, i am enclosed, close parenthesis, and you are out. ousted. a bird, a pigeon, born to fly to get the bud, and tell me, there is peace on the la..."></div> </div> </div>

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