<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497256" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What They Say</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">they say what is it that i have seen<br>your eyes are too ordinary<br>but i see them as warm suns <br>rising with time for my lonely morning</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they say your lips are like any other mortal lips<br>but no, they are the luscious sacred flesh<br>too sweet too ripe for my tasting<br>my tongue always dream about fibers<br>and flesh and dripping drops of juice</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they say your are just one mortal walking<br>on the common streets of this village<br>but no, you're so divine, a goddess, <br>a progeny of light descending<br>from the glory of the heavens<br>to the profanity of my distant world</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they say i belong to the genealogy of the gods<br>and i must not defy the law that gives justice to our kind<br>but no, i love you, and i am descending from this throne</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i now sleep on the grass, naked without my crown<br>disrobed, undressed, i am alone now, away from them, <br>they that mock me, i am alone now, long waiting for you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">how can you be so unkind? you send the message<br> you are not finally coming to be with me.</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=497256" data-title="What They Say de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="they say what is it that i have seen your eyes are too ordinary but i see them as warm suns rising with time for my lonely morning they say your lips are like any other mortal lips but no, they are the luscious sacred flesh too sweet too ripe fo..."></div> </div> </div>

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