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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509638" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Life As a Circle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509638" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There is a place<br>Where ideas come from<br>And you cannot know for sure<br>When you are actually there<br>Because all is imaginary in relation<br>To that which is already in existence<br>Or else, it is a copy<br>Of what someone else<br>Has brought back to us before...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509638" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Pure truth has no existence, <br>Being beyond within<br>The garden of originality, <br>Where all sorts of unearthy things<br>Are really grown <br>And some are plucked by the living-<br>The explorers, who like these things, <br>Have been transformed in this world<br>From the dust of another...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509638" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Love is grown among these wonders, <br>So, maybe love is an idea of truth<br>And maybe true ideas are love, too, <br>That strengthen the more they are used, <br>materializing each second clearer, <br>Certain, yet, vanishing undetected<br>Into dust again<br>When there is no belief<br>To keep them from returning again...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509638" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>©All Rights Reserved-2011</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Romeo+Della+Valle">Romeo Della Valle</a></strong></div>