<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=496405" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To You My Dear Reader</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">to you my dear reader<br>my words may appear like some exercises of thought<br>like some briskwalkers and joggers on the park<br>on early mornings<br>wanting to be fit for life<br>as they stretch their legs and use their muscles<br>and shake and whirl and <br>bend and stand and <br>push up and sit and <br>split</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to you these words may not mean anything at all<br>something to be read<br>without the involvement of any feeling</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sensitivity kept like a pocketed smile<br>buried significances</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>try looking at it from my viewpoint<br>the misery of keeping things to oneself<br>the ability to hide things in symbols and images<br>because they are too hurting<br>to be faced in their real forms<br>because they cannot be tackled<br>and be trampled<br>because in any manner of confronting it<br>there is only defeat<br>loss<br>surrender and even death and so you are left with nothing<br>but simply see them as art</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ciphers, and representations, and codes<br>and then when i become so strong<br>and determined</div><div style="margin:10px 0">my confidence shall unravel them<br>and then i shall have moved<br>from poetry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to prose.</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=496405" data-title="To You My Dear Reader de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="to you my dear reader my words may appear like some exercises of thought like some briskwalkers and joggers on the park on early mornings wanting to be fit for life as they stretch their legs and use their muscles and shake and whirl and bend and..."></div> </div> </div>

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