<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498067" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>You Were The Passing Wind Of Our House</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">you pass by the house<br>like the wind<br>cold at first we felt<br>we thought we gonna miss you<br>but by then<br>we closed the door of the house<br>let one window open</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we breathe<br>to regain what was warm<br>and comforting<br>once</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then we sighed for that wind<br>we are not hopeless somehow<br>the other packets of winds<br>are coming<br>from all scattered directions<br>myriad<br>all eager to feel us too<br>our arms are true<br>our hands softer in our accepted<br>weaknesses</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we do not ask anymore<br>what passing must be<br>and where those winds are really going</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we understand that birds have to migrate<br>to far places<br>in order to survive</div><div style="margin:10px 0">some people simply have to go<br>to map out their own destinies</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>we still live in this house <br>where we weave some dreams</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in some little ways<br>we embark in the embroidery of<br>the delicate flowers<br>of our souls</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then we look at everything we have<br>been tasked<br>we nod, there is so much passion still</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so much passion<br>yes.</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=498067" data-title="You Were The Passing Wind Of Our House de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="you pass by the house like the wind cold at first we felt we thought we gonna miss you but by then we closed the door of the house let one window open we breathe to regain what was warm and comforting once then we sighed for that wind we are not..."></div> </div> </div>

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