<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498135" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Zahir</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">he steps out the door of the house<br>it is late and he walks wherever his feet carry him<br>he wants to be irresponsible about what to do with himself</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he bathes himself with the light of the moon<br>sits under the tree on the grass <br>it is always this way<br>solitude and loafing of thoughts</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he looks at the moon and once again stares at its craters<br>its round smiling face glistening in the middle of this darkness<br>all veins of rivers and cliffs and creeks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he loses himself in these thoughts<br>so faraway as distant as the stars are tiny</div><div style="margin:10px 0">these excruciating details of his pain<br>he goes wherever these pains take him<br>he does not mind anymore</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but soon all these will be over<br>he will be oblivious about what happens for the moment<br>he takes his hands and open them before him under the light of the moon<br>he sees the lines of his palm<br>he wakes up from the moonlight stupor<br>he traces now <br>where <br>for God's sake, where is the trail that now must lead him to joy</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=498135" data-title="Zahir de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="he steps out the door of the house it is late and he walks wherever his feet carry him he wants to be irresponsible about what to do with himself he bathes himself with the light of the moon sits under the tree on the grass it is always this way..."></div> </div> </div>

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