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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=496301" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To My New Neighbors</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">on this morning chat<br>she says she will be arriving on time<br>for the halloween</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she will be lighting candles for her dead parents<br>and other relatives of this old town<br>offer them flowers and prayers that she can muster</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she will be bringing her middle child<br>who starts to write his poems in his notebook</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she tells me he is the silent type <br>the one who can thrive without a conversation</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she shifts the topic about the color of the rails of her new house<br>the verandah is not pink now, it is painted white</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and she is asking what flowers fit into the picture<br>i suggest the bougainvillas, the flowering ones already<br>sold in the nearby farm by an old lady</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she is excited, she will be having us, as neighbors finally<br>our fence shall be a line of daisies</div><div style="margin:10px 0">our yard evergreen, our trees shall be the ones with<br>perfume: the champacas and the ylang-ylangs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and expectedly, there will be a lot of laughter and <br>nice conversations of cultured and educated people<br>whose sense of morality would be high</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the chat is quite long, and i decided i have to end it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i have still other poems inside my mind.Unwritten.<br>What bothers me, and for which i am really interested</div><div style="margin:10px 0">is the poetry of his middle child. I like someone who writes<br>like me. And i do not need a lot of conversations too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i like my silence. I love the talk inside my silence.<br>I will burst.</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>
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she says she will be arriving on time
for the halloween

she will be lighting candles for her dead parents
and other relatives of this old town
offer them flowers and prayers that she can muster

she will be bringing her middl..."></div>
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