<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=495653" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The World Changes Itself Without Myself</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i know that there is something wrong<br>like a stain of black clouds in the sky</div><div style="margin:10px 0">like a shattered glass on the floor<br>or the white paint in your hair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but i, just like those days, never mind<br>those wrongs, - i just watch them </div><div style="margin:10px 0">hopelessly, upon the idea that nature <br>itself shall correct it, - that changes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">simply come like rain to drought, like <br>mist upon the grassy hills, - i leave </div><div style="margin:10px 0">things as they are, for who am i? who am i? <br>to change this world, to love and change you? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i know that there is something wrong here, <br>but i just do my own thing, - i am </div><div style="margin:10px 0">this spectator, this traveler, and i do not<br>stop in order to waste my time upon all these</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the world spits its lava, the tsunami comes<br>upon a clear day, quakes tremble this earth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">storms rage, fires burn, the world crumbles, <br>and when i come back, i shall only see </div><div style="margin:10px 0">a clear pond of water, a calm river, a cooler earth, <br>a green mountain, a sunny day, a peaceful night</div><div style="margin:10px 0">myriad stars come again for their twinkling<br>the moon shines and casts its sheen on the trees.</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=495653" data-title="The World Changes Itself Without Myself de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="i know that there is something wrong like a stain of black clouds in the sky like a shattered glass on the floor or the white paint in your hair but i, just like those days, never mind those wrongs, - i just watch them hopelessly, upon the ide..."></div> </div> </div>

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