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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=496315" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Peck Upon The Hands Of God</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">what i see<br>every morning<br>on the same<br>time of <br>this <br>wrecking hour<br>is what pushes<br>me <br>to do <br>all these<br>writings on<br>the wall</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i pity myself<br>but what can i do? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">it creates all<br>the drum sounds in<br>my heart<br>and i am dancing wildly<br>in this forest<br>without the light<br>of the sun <br>yet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it caresses my<br>skin<br>like the massage<br>that one cannot forget<br>and so keeps<br>on returning</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is nothing<br>wrong here<br>nothing evil<br>it is <br>the mouth of heaven<br>speaking</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is no guilt <br>anymore<br>but after all these<br>wriggling<br>what hovers <br>in the fields are<br>the birds of<br>boredom<br>and the air of loneliness<br>keeps <br>blowing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i pity myself<br>this bird that flies high in the sky<br>without the fear<br>of falling</div><div style="margin:10px 0">far from the mountains<br>wanting to<br>peck upon<br>the hands<br>of God</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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every morning
on the same
time of 
this 
wrecking hour
is what pushes
me 
to do 
all these
writings on
the wall

i pity myself
but what can i do? 

it creates all
the drum sounds in
my heart
and i am dancing wildly
in this forest
withou..."></div>
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