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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493209" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sometimes In Your Sadness</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">sometimes in your sadness<br>the flying sparrows of the fields<br>are nothing but dry leaves blown by a <br>very dry wind towards the mountains</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in your sorrow the roses blooming <br>along your paths become nothing but<br>lumps of mud sticking to their thorny branches<br>and the leaves are but trash paper<br>bound for some burning turning to ash</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sometimes in your long mourning<br>you do not see the shining stars<br>and you wish that the moon and sun<br>may altogether stop making the nights and days.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you wish total darkness. You like that <br>everything becomes mute and blind and deaf.<br>Your friends and those who love you have<br>became straw men on the rice fields. They<br>have become to you utterly useless.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just because the person you love had perished.<br>Everything has become useless.<br>The world looks at you and asks: Is there only one <br>person who is lovable that all those creatures<br>around you become nothing? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world understands and mourns with you <br>only for a while. They have counted the time. They have<br>waited for so long. They cannot endure sorrow. They <br>have all other beautiful things to enjoy, joys to savor.<br>They are impatient now. Sorrow has a beginning. It has<br>also an end. Sadness cannot be forever. There is no such<br>thing as overwhelming sorrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now they have contempt for you. The length of your sadness<br>has exceeded the limits that they have set. The boundaries<br>of joy, and bliss and happiness have been encroached.<br>Look over there. There is happiness waiting. There is dancing<br>over the other fence. They are waiting for you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do not frustrate them. They have mourned with you.<br>And it is over. Now you have to be with them too. <br>They love life. They like to sing. They like to jump with joy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now that you have come back to your senses.<br>Sadness is over. Let us begin the first step to happiness.</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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are nothing but dry leaves blown by a 
very dry wind towards the mountains

in your sorrow the roses blooming 
along your paths become nothing but
lumps of mud sticking to their thorny br..."></div>
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