<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=533029" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The time.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Often I have to walk of no time<br>Sometimes I have to free it's way<br> because it is in a strange hurry<br>Other occasion I have to take it by my hand<br> When barely play the old feet<br>Like a sneaky witch...<br>The time that no longer resembles either itself<br>Takes me forward with invisible hands <br>As like wants to waist me over the peak stream of Drin River<br>Other times behaves like a wayward child<br>And cannot reach how to answer to it<br>Sometimes makes me to rip it like a shirt with dirty old patches<br>Sometimes I make its roots to soak my time of water<br>Because looks like it's gone mysteriously in my unseen hands <br>The time<br>The most matured mist that moves according itself<br>With no time to even eat itself<br>And forgets to measure it's loss<br>Trimmed and extended<br>Squashed in itself<br>Like a cubic of barren minds <br>The time that got stuck at place of no place<br>Bearing myself in, also<br>Calling me an easy simple element... Which it's not true... <br>The time with transparent of double green rhythm<br> Through the entangled hair<br>A time lost more then one time and not for my fault <br>Time of disobedience<br>Omissions<br>The time that<br>In a day to come, shall eat for sure you and me<br>Ignoring us like we never have been before<br> The time<br>Always marches with us and without us<br>And we only deceive ourselves <br>Like that we have it in forever in our hands...<br>The time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Vasil+Marku">Vasil Marku</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=533029" data-title="The time. de Vasil Marku" data-description="Often I have to walk of no time Sometimes I have to free it's way because it is in a strange hurry Other occasion I have to take it by my hand When barely play the old feet Like a sneaky witch... The time that no longer resembles either itself T..."></div> </div> </div>

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