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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=491469" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Of Tigers And Rivers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">you speak of tigers<br>and you define it not of its colors or shape or form<br>but of its shadow<br>this tiger that lies soundlessly between the <br>wedges of words<br>inside the indolence of some syllables<br>at first i am confused <br>that this tiger may come to form with sharp<br>razor teeth and then with new feet jump before me<br>to devour me<br>but you assured me, diligently in all the books of your<br>library, filled with dusts and silence, that this will never happen, <br>i waited for quite long, <br>there is this sound of a burst of a gun, <br>some drops of blood dripping from the ceiling, <br>i am looking for the scene, the Act, and the characters, <br>of the play that you have not finished writing, <br>there is the endless space spreading before me<br>the rivers flow<br>from my mouth, and i am carried away, to your glimpse<br>of eternity.<br>i am afraid, that your tiger is dead.<br>i suspect, that the rivers too dried.<br>i hope for more words, i am tired<br>the same thing happens in the history of men<br>promises are made to be broken<br>tigers are shadowy beasts that exist only in the minds<br>and rivers seemingly flow like all tomorrows<br>eternal, they never stop<br> they never end. Like air.</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=491469" data-title="Of Tigers And Rivers de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="you speak of tigers and you define it not of its colors or shape or form but of its shadow this tiger that lies soundlessly between the wedges of words inside the indolence of some syllables at first i am confused that this tiger may come to for..."></div> </div> </div>
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