<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497516" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When We Have Nothing....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">as there are too many<br>tiny little things<br>dripping from my hands<br>like sands, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">like time seemingly<br>without end like a road<br>heading somewhere<br>and we are having no<br>gasoline</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where can appreciation lie? <br>where can worship be found? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is only when there is less<br>when time runs out<br>when there is no more food<br>and space is cut into pieces</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that we learn, <br>and learn that well enough.</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=497516" data-title="When We Have Nothing.... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="as there are too many tiny little things dripping from my hands like sands, like time seemingly without end like a road heading somewhere and we are having no gasoline where can appreciation lie? where can worship be found? it is only when t..."></div> </div> </div>

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