<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497487" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When There Are No More Stars At Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">your routine<br>catches up with you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you sit on a chair<br>one night<br>you stare at the <br>black skies</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and there are<br>no stars</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you imagine<br>that fireflies<br>may soon <br>come to please <br>your dream<br>of lights</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you imagine<br>that a moon<br>shall soon float<br>on the river</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is none<br>nothing happens<br>with your dream<br>for light</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then you dream<br>of another</div><div style="margin:10px 0">drowsy you dream<br>you are asleep<br>you dream you<br>are dead</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and true enough<br>you never thought<br>of waking up</div><div style="margin:10px 0">because there is<br>so much<br>there to be<br>explored<br>to be understood</div><div style="margin:10px 0">why some people<br>dream of sleep<br>dream of dying</div><div style="margin:10px 0">why some people<br>do not talk anymore<br>and inside that dream<br>you dream you are<br>a poet and you see<br>yourself: writing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">simply because <br>there are no more<br>stars giving light<br>to your dark nights</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=497487" data-title="When There Are No More Stars At Night de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="your routine catches up with you you sit on a chair one night you stare at the black skies and there are no stars you imagine that fireflies may soon come to please your dream of lights you imagine that a moon shall soon float on the river ..."></div> </div> </div>

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