<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=492595" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>S7</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">early morning eyes<br>fresh from their dreams</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the mind recalls<br>the heart confirms</div><div style="margin:10px 0">all the emotions still contained<br>vivid images in technicolor</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the hands summon the fingers<br>write, write, write</div><div style="margin:10px 0">strike while the iron is hot<br>cliche, cliche</div><div style="margin:10px 0">now the thoughts rush like a flood<br>from the forest mountains</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the fingers are adept at all these<br>one with the mind and heart</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and so here we are again<br>slaves of our art</div><div style="margin:10px 0">redeemed risen anew<br>maybe still cold and perhaps even frozen</div><div style="margin:10px 0">thaw<br>melt only to be solidified again when the sun comes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">irony of the mind<br>paradoxes of the heart</div><div style="margin:10px 0">listen<br>to you i am saying nothing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is for me<br>in the labyrinths of my confusions i am trying to find my way out</div><div style="margin:10px 0">trapped fly in a bottle<br>buzzing for its wish for freedom</div><div style="margin:10px 0">genie<br>wanting someone to rub its ancient lamp</div><div style="margin:10px 0">if you let me free<br>you may have four wishes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and that is not just a promise<br>it is a contract</div><div style="margin:10px 0">morning thoughts<br>tunnels without end lights yet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is yet no exit<br>and so you still find me here in my own shadow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">fog and mist<br>trails filled with tall grasses</div><div style="margin:10px 0">up there is the house of my intentions<br>a figure waits but i do not know yet who</div><div style="margin:10px 0">surprises surprises<br>anticipations of life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">these are all the reasons<br>hazy as a refraction of light bending upon a glassy vision</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=492595" data-title="S7 de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="early morning eyes fresh from their dreams the mind recalls the heart confirms all the emotions still contained vivid images in technicolor the hands summon the fingers write, write, write strike while the iron is hot cliche, cliche now the t..."></div> </div> </div>

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