The Confession. - Poem by Neel Nirzon
the story continues.
Sleeping birds, flying rivers
Blank notes over the piano keys,
and the blind moon
under our naked illnesses...
Over the war and peace.
Forgotten cities hanging from the buried dreams...
Bipolar personality disorders dressed in power and
politics may leave nothing behind except
except.....few worthy patients in coma.....
after the failed revolutions.
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