<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=496809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Vacillation, Sleep, Dreams...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">when things get worse<br>stop for a while and sleep<br>there are times when dreams<br>talk and give you<br>directions like a mother<br>to her son<br>listen<br>decipher the scenes of <br>mists<br>observe the shadows<br>trace the source of light<br>learn that the waters get through<br>here<br>because there is a way<br>an exit because <br>there is an entrance</div><div style="margin:10px 0">why hurry? delay because<br>death sometimes comes too<br>early...</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=496809" data-title="Vacillation, Sleep, Dreams... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="when things get worse stop for a while and sleep there are times when dreams talk and give you directions like a mother to her son listen decipher the scenes of mists observe the shadows trace the source of light learn that the waters get through..."></div> </div> </div>

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