<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=495896" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Things, Different Things...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">there are things though small<br>that we cannot leave because they are ours</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they belong to us<br>and we belong to them<br>that without them<br>though small<br>we cannot really live some more</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there are acts which they call trivial<br>so unimportant like<br>a sigh<br>or a whisper<br>but we are so attached to them<br>that without them<br>we become nothing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they are a part of us<br>and when they are gone<br>we become<br>blanks unfilled</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there are so many things that we can afford to lose<br>and when losing them<br>we do not even notice</div><div style="margin:10px 0">simply because we never want them to be<br>a part of us<br>neither do they wish<br>becoming too<br>a part of what and who we are</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we discern<br>and to those that pain us<br>we finally avoid<br>and disregard</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to those that we miss <br>that makes our hearts jump with joy like kids<br>with mothers bringing favorite gifts<br>we always remember</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they are the ones that usually<br>are earlier<br>gone<br>lost</div><div style="margin:10px 0">those that we love to stay but <br>as early as dawn before we wake up<br>had already left...</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=495896" data-title="Things, Different Things... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="there are things though small that we cannot leave because they are ours they belong to us and we belong to them that without them though small we cannot really live some more there are acts which they call trivial so unimportant like a sigh or ..."></div> </div> </div>

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