<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=495133" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Riddle Of The Matriarch...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">clueless<br>everything in the room is made neat<br>you feel what clean is<br>those cup boards and <br>plates<br>not a dust<br>not a mark of dried water<br>just perfect</div><div style="margin:10px 0">clueless i think of you<br>but there is a distance that knows <br>how far roads can be made near<br>how a house can be<br>reachable despite the length of the hills<br>the height of skies</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you have know<br>the stained spot<br>no one bothers to call it its own name<br>everyone has that inkling<br>to clean it by itself<br>even me<br>there was never a time <br>at dawn<br>and evenings are too visible<br>and mornings are too preoccupied<br>and busy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is like a rock in the middle of the road<br>cars change directions not to hit it<br>people who see it <br>do not have the power to remove it<br>but all wanted it removed somehow<br>a pain in the eye</div><div style="margin:10px 0">no one dares and it is always there<br>and it will always be<br>a bruise on the cheek</div><div style="margin:10px 0">even during your death<br>when you give that last smile of concern<br>you did not mention<br>a syllable about it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i know you were so hurt <br>it is me all those times beside you<br>and still you never said a word about it....</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=495133" data-title="The Riddle Of The Matriarch... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="clueless everything in the room is made neat you feel what clean is those cup boards and plates not a dust not a mark of dried water just perfect clueless i think of you but there is a distance that knows how far roads can be made near how a ho..."></div> </div> </div>

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