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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497008" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>We Pretend We Play With Words</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">to soothe the choking effects of the day, <br>and those days that come to us like two walls<br>while we lay helpless in between, we pretend</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we pretend to play with words, like we are simply<br>children scribbling words on the floor beyond<br>the ambit of paper</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we pretend that this writing is nothing but little games.<br>we like to be just light feathers floating in the wind<br>looking at the petal of the flower<br>trying to choose which patch of grass to land, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">we pretend this is just that<br>doodles, noodles, needles, neddles, doddles, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">we pretend that this writing poetry has nothing to do<br>with what we are: feelings like words in a crossword puzzle</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we tinker with meanings, we like to experiment with moods, <br>like handpainting on the walls and spraying paint<br>at the fences of our bad neighbors</div><div style="margin:10px 0">trying to evade laws, of falling and flying and rising and dropping, <br>this is just a play of words, do not ask me again if i am in between the <br>lines if there are tears there, or that laughter and mockery is hidden<br>underneath the cover of heavy sheets of sentences</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we pretend there is nothing to all these.<br>when we stop, when that right time comes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it will be dark, and we like children all stop playing and shouting<br>and running and kidding and calling each other names</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when we stop it is always dark. The fear is lost. It is time to go.<br>Home. Where we are united with our loved ones. Where we begin to<br>speak the truth about us. Where we sleep. Where all the lights are <br>turned off. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We give way for the moon to shine above our silent roofs.</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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