<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=567899" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Only myself in a crowded street</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only myself walking down the crowded street, <br>Everyone around me like statues in a park.<br>Here’s a car waiting to turn, <br>There’s an old man feeding the birds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can picture what there doing, <br>But their only paused.<br>As though the video is stopped, <br>They just stand there waiting for it to play.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This strange new world where all time has stopped, <br>Why have I been brought to this odd dimension? <br>Only I can move back and forth, <br>Only I can reach out and feel their stone cold hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many questions left unanswered, <br>And no one there to ask.<br>Desperately I search, <br>For any sign of life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then strangely I see, <br>A little insect fly.<br>As though in this despair, <br>There is something there besides myself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I follow the butterfly, <br>As though it is my one last hope.<br>It lands on a head, <br>Of one of these statue-like beings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And suddenly they start moving, <br>As though given life.<br>The little flying insect, <br>Skips from one to another.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each and every one that the butterfly touches, <br>Starts moving in their step.<br>Each action that I pictured, <br>Becomes real before my eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the little butterfly flies, <br>Back into the sky.<br>Never to be seen again, <br>Or so I thought that day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then after years gone by, <br>And I turned old and fragile.<br>Laying in my bed, <br>Looking up into the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw the little butterfly, <br>Fly down to where I lay.<br>Landed by my ear, <br>And softly spoke to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“It is time for you to leave, ”<br>Said the little butterfly.<br>“I’ll bring you to a place, <br>That will give you life once more.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the little butterfly, <br>Flew onto my forehead.<br>And flew off to another stone planet, <br>Leaving my body statue-like.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jessica+Kissner">Jessica Kissner</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=567899" data-title="Only myself in a crowded street de Jessica Kissner" data-description="Only myself walking down the crowded street, Everyone around me like statues in a park. Here’s a car waiting to turn, There’s an old man feeding the birds. I can picture what there doing, But their only paused. As though the video is stopp..."></div> </div> </div>

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