Thursday, December 31, 2015

Peycho Kanev writes

Lonely Together

Morning light cuts through
the fading eyes of the night

Warmth hugs the trembling
green blades of grass

and again everything dance
the slow dance of life

I breathe slowly

Life is drained out of me
in a sea of bad memories

After a while I look up and
I start walking through the newborn
sunbeams filled with nostalgias

The plain opens up in front of me
with a sigh heavy with silence

I stride towards my dream

Light then darkness then light again

And then the center of it all where
nothing moves

Here I turn out the lights and cover
my self with a blanket of blank pages
with only one ink spot

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