<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493576" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Th</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">there are times when we fell like<br>waste paper, that uselessness, <br>when we seem to be not connected at all<br>even to our very own self<br>when we are scattering sheets of paper<br>in the air<br>falling like confetti to the ground<br>and then it rains<br>and everything is wet<br>drained<br>to the dirty canals of our cities<br>down, down to the <br>worst of our histories</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i let go off these all, <br>i simply wait for another sun<br>and rainbow after the rain<br>things do not last anyway<br>the good and the bad end themselves<br>beauty and ugliness<br>sadness and happiness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then every hump levels up<br>there is the plain, and then the grass and then the gaze.</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=493576" data-title="Th de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="there are times when we fell like waste paper, that uselessness, when we seem to be not connected at all even to our very own self when we are scattering sheets of paper in the air falling like confetti to the ground and then it rains and everyth..."></div> </div> </div>

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