Monday, March 4, 2013

Ross Vassilev- A Poem

black night

you can feel it
breathing
and the stars
whisper
loneliness.
the past is gone
but it lives
in the hollow
of yr mind
like scars on
wrists.
Buddha said to
cast aside
the ego like
falling leaves
and you'll realize
some day
that nothing
matters
at all.


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