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 #26 

April
2013


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a poem by Ross Vassilev

pardon my french

it's a blessing
just to sit by the window
as the soft light
comes down like
the hands of
some Goddess.
there were times
I was so insane
so totally out of it
I'd lie in bed for hours
and just stare
at the ceiling.
I was getting to know
Death
or anyway
something close to it
but I'm much better now
as I hear
a lone songbird
somewhere
in the cold air
and the sunlight.

© by Ross Vassilev
 
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #26 ~ April 2013