Poems from david.yasinskiy

A free bird I am. None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free. Outside you see an opaque glass  with...
Seeing the world is what makes me happy; how it moves, how it works, and how it thinks. Not wanting to resign into despair,the desire to...
Hatred is a demon in a man's form. His eyes are hard-with a cold glare; and dares anyone to come closer. His movements are fluid, but with...
Fate is cruel. It is like a wheel where things are repeated going around in circles. Are we the grains of sand that are carried, or are we...
A lake as hard as rocks-reflects many thingsof seeing. We can see the dark against the light, impure and evil and civil. We cannot hear it...

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