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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=496898" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Walking Through Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">at four o'clock in the morning<br>you wake up and begin to take <br>your walk with life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the wind is cold and the path<br>is rocky and you are walking on<br>bare feet<br>your clothes are useless</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you go on not minding<br>the thin thread of life that <br>you are treading upon<br>you hear the screams of those<br>who fall recently into that <br>abyss of oblivion<br>you are not disturbed<br>you already know what is happening</div><div style="margin:10px 0">if you fall you say that is natural<br>it is not bad luck<br>if you don't that is alright & understandable<br>for the time being<br>neither is it good luck</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is at this moment of your life <br>when you say yes to everything<br>you ask yourself for once<br>if you have the right to say no</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you don't have really.<br>they tell you to move on<br>and you ask them <br>where to? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is no answer. Their silence<br>confirms too, their search, their own isolation.<br>their unloving distance</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is at this moment that you feel so strong<br>because now, you are all <br>alone.</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=496898" data-title="Walking Through Life de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="at four o'clock in the morning you wake up and begin to take your walk with life the wind is cold and the path is rocky and you are walking on bare feet your clothes are useless you go on not minding the thin thread of life that you are treadi..."></div> </div> </div>
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