<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576924" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Last Border</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">it brimmed over goblet of the bitterness <br>the worm has turned <br>and are scatter crumbs of the<br>life like the poppy of the grain </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but I, I am not a Cinderella, <br>to gather them together I am not able, <br>I cannot. I, poetry of the life and growth <br>differently from you I understand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and don't tell me that I don't feel! <br>tasting, I am savouring. <br>and you, you are knowing nothing about it, <br>because to know nothing you can. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the glory and glitter, with joy <br>today you are ploughing your land. <br>and I, surely I am crazy? <br>oh no! I other I am collecting crops! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">so don't demand from me that I become<br>your reflection. it would be for me an end <br>and true practical joke.and still <br>leave my thoughts, let at least something, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have for myself. and when <br>I will feel bad I will say: <br>and what's more need passages, <br>because this way God wants. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">when I will already be closely there, <br>by the last border, somebody <br>will count my mistakes and the service. <br>for you... and will charge for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Maria+Barbara+Korynt">Maria Barbara Korynt</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=576924" data-title="The Last Border de Maria Barbara Korynt" data-description="it brimmed over goblet of the bitterness the worm has turned and are scatter crumbs of the life like the poppy of the grain but I, I am not a Cinderella, to gather them together I am not able, I cannot. I, poetry of the life and growth diff..."></div> </div> </div>

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