Tuesday, October 27, 2009

When I started.

I fell in love with everything,
I saw hope in everything,
Every single piece of hope,
Tested me and my soul.

Buddha came in my dreams,
Told me of moksha.
I said yes, "I will".

When I started travelling,
I met with a friend,
Gave me a letter called Hope.
Overjoyed,
I continued...

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