The Harmonica of Million Voices

The Harmonica of Million Voices

“That is the time when the day falls apart
When a nation buries its song in the
ground.
It flutters, tears its chest in my palm
That summiting harmonica of million
voices.
Like the doomsday, dead kids all around
Closes his eyes, my son afraid of
meeting them.
So much so there lies a colorful, lively
Atlas of deaths s if he put it by hand.”

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“That is the time when the day falls apart
When a nation buries its song in the
ground.
It flutters, tears its chest in my palm
That summiting harmonica of million
voices.
Like the doomsday, dead kids all around
Closes his eyes, my son afraid of
meeting them.
So much so there lies a colorful, lively
Atlas of deaths s if he put it by hand.”

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