<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497466" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When The Pen Sits Beside A Paper Doing Nothing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is this time of the day<br>when you sit and stare and think about nothing<br>and so the pen merely places itself idly<br>on the table beside a paper<br>bland and blank</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is this emptiness that does not even speak for itself<br>you cannot write it<br>you cannot also write it off away from you<br>no one speaks there<br>except your thoughts</div><div style="margin:10px 0">somehow you want to remember love<br>it smiles at you<br>and then you spell the word regret</div><div style="margin:10px 0">always, and as usual, <br>it comes late, makes you chew a memory<br>it is bitter<br>and of course, like what they do, you spit it out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to where it lands, a beautiful flower grows</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=497466" data-title="When The Pen Sits Beside A Paper Doing Nothing de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="there is this time of the day when you sit and stare and think about nothing and so the pen merely places itself idly on the table beside a paper bland and blank there is this emptiness that does not even speak for itself you cannot write it you ..."></div> </div> </div>

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