Marko Mohac


Biography of Marko Mohac

I see things!
Can you see them too?

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The Broken Chords

The sound of a peaceful flower scent
Spread like vocals of an ocean’s roaring sign
Stolen and in scattered fire calling
To reach and flow across my riant mind
Together we spent time glowing as we grew
Into a yellow white clash

Up and down, they advance as they please
And leave me ripping all the burnished memories

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