<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=495448" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Time That Slips On My Hands</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the time that slips on my hands<br>splits through my fingers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so fast like a dream that cuts<br>itself before dawn<br>when i wake up sweating <br>and feel the need of a <br>glass of cold water</div><div style="margin:10px 0">slowly the sands of time fall<br>on my feet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the winds of change blow it<br>and then <br>i feel the emptiness of its<br>departure</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the heart is left wondering<br>what is it that is left undone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the mind has answers but as usual<br>it fails to consider the <br>reasoning ability of feelings</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you look at fate in the eye<br>feeling so guilty and wasted</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=495448" data-title="The Time That Slips On My Hands de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="the time that slips on my hands splits through my fingers so fast like a dream that cuts itself before dawn when i wake up sweating and feel the need of a glass of cold water slowly the sands of time fall on my feet the winds of change blow i..."></div> </div> </div>

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