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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=492697" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Seasons</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">you know the seasons<br>how the horizon changes its background<br>light, fading, darkness coming, dusk and twilight<br>and morning and noon and night<br>we have embraced all these<br>how many times together? <br>the rain and the drought <br>the swollen river and the emaciated<br>trees and the falling of the leaves and the budding<br>and blooming and the seeding <br>over and over again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we are carried with the seasons<br>and we too carry all these changes in our hearts<br>not for just any reason<br>but that we must learn to love and be patient and be alive<br>do not tell me about death<br>for surely it will come by itself and we can do nothing about it<br>tell me about what you do<br>to make another one happy<br>no! do not tell me about how you make yourself happy<br>that is not our essence<br>we are meant for something else <br>we have a purpose<br>we did not come here by random<br>by sheer luck or the popping out of circumstances and chances<br>tell me for once<br>no! do not tell me why you are sad and lonely<br>i have all the reasons and i have known them all by heart and soul<br>tell me for once<br>why you failed to live up to the true nature of yourself<br>the ought<br>the categorical imperative<br>the seeking heart the loving and the tenderness of the caress</div><div style="margin:10px 0">tell me why you have given up life and refuse to listen<br>to the palpitations of the heart<br>tell me no more about <br>the selfish longings of your mouth and tongue<br>the journey of your fingers<br>the watery nature of your hairs<br>tell me about a flame a flicker a ray of light<br>tell me about hope and desire to more <br>to be beyond the grasp of your hands<br>to be beyond the steps of your feet<br>tell me about the secret tunnel of your mind<br>and the light at the end<br>an exit a door opening a window with the wind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then i shall also tell you about myself.</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>
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how the horizon changes its background
light, fading, darkness coming, dusk and twilight
and morning and noon and night
we have embraced all these
how many times together? 
the rain and the drought 
the swollen river and the e..."></div>
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