The coma


 
I rest my mind
          there is no case
no pictures of war and no portrait of peace
          and that face in the mirror is sound a sleep
is it me in a coma ?
          Is it me in a dream ?
Is it me in this soul feeling strong like the sea
          such a beutyful vision
               with special features
I dare not write how my life could end
          i need no spectators to edit the end
                           
 

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