<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=492318" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Realities Of Our Lives</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">on the day that we were born<br>we were tight and glossy<br>they worship our slightest smile<br>our laughter they always adore<br>they are proud of our hair<br>everything in us is divine</div><div style="margin:10px 0">time strips us slowly<br>the days peel us<br>we are like slaves stripped of<br>every possession</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we bleed and we shed off tiny<br>layers of our skins<br>the surface gives up to what is deep<br>within our structure<br>there are pains<br>stabs of light and piercing stares<br>we are laden with guilt<br>and we go to some places<br>to unload what seems to sink<br>us to the bottom of<br>our chaos</div><div style="margin:10px 0">soon, time is fed up<br>laughing at the way our bones rankle<br>proclaiming its triumph over<br>every loss we have</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we are not shaken to this truth<br>about dying and the fact that soon we will be forgotten<br>we were so kind to give up everything<br>we were so truthful to our nature<br>we are strangers and we are not permanent dwellers here<br>we tell time<br>we were meant for something beyond it<br>we are loved by the gods<br>and we finally join them for the final feast<br>of our lives.</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=492318" data-title="Realities Of Our Lives de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="on the day that we were born we were tight and glossy they worship our slightest smile our laughter they always adore they are proud of our hair everything in us is divine time strips us slowly the days peel us we are like slaves stripped of ever..."></div> </div> </div>

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