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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What We Have Not Yet Understood Because It Still Not Within Our Power</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is a flower that<br>you did not pick because you did not find it <br>to your liking</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'there is a standard for the picking<br>there are rules for what beauty is', you tell your friend</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the stone is not beautiful<br>you use it for hitting someone's head<br>that moron</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is a poem and a non-poem<br>a combatant and a non-combatant<br>self-executing and non-self executing<br>there is a none for <br>fullness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i have confidence<br>and soon even in a hundred awakenings i shall prove you wrong</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is a song in<br>a chant</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is a chant<br>in a sorrow that is silent</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is always light<br>in a candle even if<br>it is not lighted</div><div style="margin:10px 0">tastes change, rulers are ousted<br>the ants become kings<br>the winds turn to ice to stone to fish</div><div style="margin:10px 0">everything is possible<br>you must watch out, but you shall not reach that point</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you do not live that long<br>like a layer of histories <br>hidden in a rock<br>in the lines of <br>a tree's trunk</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is poetry in narration<br>there is poetry in chaos</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is beauty in the ugliness of things<br>in the madness of men there is still a hidden<br>humanity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is a song in wood<br>there is a lesson learned in paths</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you just not have the power yet to see all these<br>there is a tomorrow in the past </div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is a story in the blank wall<br>there is grief in a smile</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is life in the bones of men<br>there is still an undiscovered law in mass murder</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is at the end <br>peace in a nuclear destruction.</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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