<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=496211" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To An Ex....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">what we told them that we did<br>was all those games of catching spiders<br>rested in their spun webs on the trees<br>beside the mountain river</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we we really did they knew so well<br>but how can we ever ever tell? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that what they knew was not all that happened<br>as it was something else more that what spiders are <br>on their transparent <br>webs of illusions upon those trees<br>that in the first place<br>never existed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what we had were more than words<br>and thoughts<br>and so how can we ever tell ourselves<br>truly<br>that we have already forgotten?</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=496211" data-title="To An Ex.... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="what we told them that we did was all those games of catching spiders rested in their spun webs on the trees beside the mountain river we we really did they knew so well but how can we ever ever tell? that what they knew was not all that happen..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black