<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493946" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Child, The Man And The Old Man....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i look at the child<br>at the farther nook of a old house.<br>there is no chair and beside the door<br>is a box, it is empty<br>and the child in fear<br>took its hiding there<br>a favorite place<br>safety box, safe house, <br>the four corners are<br>so silent<br>and the child is happy<br>asleep in a moment.....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">time travels like horses with wings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is a man<br>with a long bird his toenails<br>are long, no time to cut them</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it throat is swollen<br>bacterial infection again<br>or the weather changes<br>cold this time then hot in<br>a moment<br>dusts all over the place<br>and white painted houses</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is lonely, child and man<br>at the same time<br>and not one of him speaks<br>they become one box<br>and one flap opens to<br>a sky</div><div style="margin:10px 0">always there are<br>no extra hands. it is reality.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is an old man<br>with words of thread<br>sewing upon its lips.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is a very dark night.<br>the child, the man and the old man<br>are asleep<br>inside a box, safe and<br>silent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is no morning.<br>it is final.</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=493946" data-title="The Child, The Man And The Old Man.... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="i look at the child/at the farther nook of a old house./there is no chair and beside the door/is a box, it is empty/and the child in fear/took its hiding there/a favorite place/safety box, safe house, /the four corners are/so silent/and the child ..."></div> </div> </div>

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