<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=492794" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Shall I Miss You?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the port sits there<br>the waves of the sea begin its travel<br>you are on the trough<br>and the ups and downs of the tides<br>shall take you away from me<br>you are in the foams<br>and i am in the mist of the mornings<br>the fog of my doubts<br>has given me<br>what certainties i need to<br>make me strong</div><div style="margin:10px 0">once i wrote you a letter<br>when letters were the trend of those <br>lonely day: dear beloved, i miss you<br>but i guess that letter (which i somehow<br>regret having written<br>signed by another foolish pen) <br>must not have reached your<br>faithfulness because your<br>patience has not afforded<br>it the dignity<br>or concern of an answer</div><div style="margin:10px 0">time is kind<br>it makes us forget and even forget<br>and forgo and<br>teach us to live<br>with a purpose saying: go on, move forward<br>that is the only choice</div><div style="margin:10px 0">now, i have this pc, <br>i have your email address<br>i want to tell you: dear miss sue<br>i must honestly tell you<br>that i am happier now<br>without you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i did not send it.<br>coz it does not really matter.<br>i have my own life now, and i am <br>this fat, contented cow<br>grazing on the green fields<br>of my endeavor.</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=492794" data-title="Shall I Miss You? de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="the port sits there the waves of the sea begin its travel you are on the trough and the ups and downs of the tides shall take you away from me you are in the foams and i am in the mist of the mornings the fog of my doubts has given me what certain..."></div> </div> </div>

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