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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=492909" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Silence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">silence is when you simply<br>read the lines of the person you miss<br>and stop right there</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you remember the past<br>with no regret you say<br>she was your first love <br>the first penetrating love that you cannot ever forget<br>like an arrow from a bow with a string stretched that far<br>shooting deep into the chambers of your heart<br>that you can hardly breathe<br>you almost die because of too much bliss</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you stay there<br>like a vacant chair outside unkind for the night<br>thinking some more</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what if you did not say the words which hurt her<br>you could have been together still<br>happy with each other<br>you could have given her children<br>there would have been laughter and chasing and playing<br>in the room of your house</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you stare at the window which is open <br> to a place far away </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> there is no regret<br> you keep on saying that<br>there are no possibilities anymore for the chains of love to reconnect<br>there is no more bond<br>to a past left to rot in the gutters</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to your wise judgment<br>she is dead<br>and she must be dead forever</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you are honest enough to admit that at one time you love her<br>and you gave her that love without expecting something in return</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is sad<br>she never loved you<br>she felt nothing <br>even with the feeling of the smallest grain of sand</div><div style="margin:10px 0">facts and facts of a broken heart healing itself with years and years<br>of bitterness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is alright now that you have survived in that faraway land<br>with some autumns and winters<br>and summers and springs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">do you feel better now? no regrets, bury her and say some prayers too<br>like you were one of the merry men without sighs because their <br>wives left them<br>and they felt it was for their own <br>good and that at the end<br>all will be<br>back at their right places</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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you remember the past
with no regret you say
she was your first love 
the first penetrating love that you cannot ever forget
like an arrow from a bow with a str..."></div>
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