<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=491584" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Somethings Unclear, Occluded, Clouded</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">what i tell you sometimes are clouded, <br>hazy, misty, something that you receive and always pregnant with <br>the other coming questions<br>which of course, <br>i cannot answer, by their very nature, i am telling you only what <br>i have seen, not even what i have heard from them</div><div style="margin:10px 0">hearsay (i just suppress them, folding them like shirts <br>and blankets in my cabinet) but </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am telling you the truth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and your face moves sidewise more often in disbelief<br>how can such a man like me be so foolish talking nonsense</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(on something always so incomplete<br>and impenetrable) , occluded, shrouded sometimes in mystery<br>our minds unable to cope up<br>our hands simply of no use<br>because we cannot touch them<br>our eyes too<br>unable to see, our sense of smell<br>in utter futility</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am not stupid, honey, some things by their very own nature<br>are incomplete, shrouded, mysterious, <br>and cannot be relayed by words, not even by thoughts</div><div style="margin:10px 0">simply because they are<br>and we can do nothing about it, except</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to see, and just be silent<br>because they are divine</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=491584" data-title="On Somethings Unclear, Occluded, Clouded de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="what i tell you sometimes are clouded, hazy, misty, something that you receive and always pregnant with the other coming questions which of course, i cannot answer, by their very nature, i am telling you only what i have seen, not even what i ..."></div> </div> </div>

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