<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=491622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Surface Of Impenetrable Things</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">once when young<br>i played on the skill of my hands<br>to touch<br>what others dare not, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">fire<br>and heat and cinders<br>and flints and<br>glints<br>and bubbling water<br>and sparkles of wine<br>fermenting <br>anger</div><div style="margin:10px 0">age has given <br>a tray of pain<br>a glass of bitterness<br>a pail of failures<br>and the mind mellows down<br>too slowly like<br>a fruit ripening<br>gently</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there are bottomless abysses<br>deep wells unreachable<br>by the longest rope<br>there are dark holes<br>and blunt corners<br>there are ocean floors<br>without names</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then the time has come<br>not for surrender<br>in the hopelessness of it all<br>it is the time for the quieting of<br>the rage<br>the stilling gesture of nature<br>that somehow<br>things at the right time open themselves<br>like arms wanting to embrace you<br>the secrets revealed<br>the understanding as wide as space<br>as deep as the edge of this<br>mysterious universe</div><div style="margin:10px 0">always at the right time<br>always shall the proper season come<br>soon, soon....</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=491622" data-title="On The Surface Of Impenetrable Things de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="once when young i played on the skill of my hands to touch what others dare not, fire and heat and cinders and flints and glints and bubbling water and sparkles of wine fermenting anger age has given a tray of pain a glass of bitterness a pai..."></div> </div> </div>

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