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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540282" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It Is Still Too Early To Cry</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life's bleak<br>There's no other way to flee<br>from the broken glass fragments<br>scattered across the floor.<br>Watching pieces of my face<br>staring back at me<br>as my head hung low<br>looking at those flawed reflections.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blood dripping on the brick<br>the now silent culprit<br>who blew that precious mirror<br>right in front of my face.<br>Happened in a flash<br>nothing I could save<br>just be glad that my eyes<br>are spared from the graze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The blizzards are blowing<br>the wind won't stop howling, <br>but it is still too early to fall...<br>It is still too early to cry.<br>The old me would feel like quitting<br>but I have a reason to keep on standing, <br>because I can see with my very eyes<br>that the season is still too early...<br>It is still too early to cry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wishing the dark to be eternal<br>as flesh curled up in a corner<br>locked in a fetal position<br>not wanting to wake up again.<br>But Time waits for no one<br>and dawn disturbs my slumber<br>as if my rest has never happened, <br>the cycle goes on and on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The blizzards are blowing<br>the wind won't stop howling, <br>but it is still too early to fall...<br>It is still too early to cry.<br>The old me would feel like quitting<br>but I have a reason to keep on standing, <br>because I can see with my very eyes<br>that the season is still too early...<br>It is still too early to cry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Nature's song rings so eternal: <br>Life slips into death, <br>death rises into life.<br>Seasons come and passes<br>nothing is ever permanent <br>change, is inevitable<br>and those who refuse to die<br>would never have tasted life.) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The blizzards are blowing<br>the wind won't stop howling, <br>but it is still too early to fall...<br>It is still too early to cry.<br>The old me would feel like quitting<br>but I have a reason to keep on standing, <br>because I can see with my very eyes<br>that the season is still too early...<br>It is still too early to cry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What's broken, is already broken<br>but it is still too early to cry...<br>I still have a long way to go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilson+Khor+Woo+Han">Wilson Khor Woo Han</a><div class=q>
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There's no other way to flee
from the broken glass fragments
scattered across the floor.
Watching pieces of my face
staring back at me
as my head hung low
looking at those flawed reflections.

Blood dripping on the brick
the now silen..."></div>
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