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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497292" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What We Write Are On The Ground Still Alive</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">what we write are all about those which are still alive<br>worms wriggling on their hollow places of the earth<br>mudfish hibernating on the parching, dried mud waiting for the rain<br>the kingfisher perched on the tree without leaves<br>thinking where to fly where to dive and make its beak useful<br>the snail pacing slowly from the rising river up to the smooth edge<br>of the nipa palms<br>this little brown boy replacing the bait of his fishing pole<br>waiting for the catch on the pond<br>these dragonflies hovering on the soft reeds where the ants<br>are finding new ways to reach to the other end of the pond<br>the frogs croaking anticipating the coming rains and hoping<br>to catch and swallow the grasshopper or the cricket resting on<br>one of the blades of a tall grass<br>the butterflies coming out from some cocoons taking the<br>first air of their new wings and then flying away<br>to the new blooms of flowers nearby</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is the pulse of my pen in this my heart beats<br>my mind remembers and then imagines<br>what if these are not true? what if these are not real? <br>what if my eyes are but another illusion not seeing<br>that which grows and breathes and spreads and flies away? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">meanwhile, a mosquito bites me, sucks my blood, fills itself, <br>i hear it sing, i feel the pain, the loss, the deception, and then</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am convinced, all these must be true and real</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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worms wriggling on their hollow places of the earth
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