<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497414" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When It Comes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">when it comes<br>it comes<br>and i am ready<br>to go</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what place is that<br>i do not really know</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but it is definite<br>there is no coming back</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when will i see you again? <br>i will never know</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you see, i realize<br>everything has always been</div><div style="margin:10px 0">uncertain<br>what they give us was </div><div style="margin:10px 0">exactly the opposite<br>of what is here with us</div><div style="margin:10px 0">everything has always been<br>an image of what is</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and what ought to be<br>was not what was ever done</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you see i am leaving this place<br>without regret</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you see this is not my place<br>that is not really my house</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that is not my garden<br>and that tree had never been mine</div><div style="margin:10px 0">even from the moment<br>when i planted it as a seed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that flower that i love <br>i only touch for a while</div><div style="margin:10px 0">its petals fall from my fingers<br>and then what i have is nothing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but a stem and a leaf<br>and this old ruined self</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=497414" data-title="When It Comes de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="when it comes it comes and i am ready to go what place is that i do not really know but it is definite there is no coming back when will i see you again? i will never know you see, i realize everything has always been uncertain what they giv..."></div> </div> </div>

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