Return of Ancient Spirits - Improv Sketch 2013.05.04 by Didier Merah

" Return of Ancient Spirits " (poetry) Time to flow into this room called me I rode on the clouds which flow into the sky Drifted down here And I play the piano of the wind What I loved is still sleeping here However, they don't look at me any longer Deep twilight falls down to this room And, where should I return? The answer found after self-question answering itself It was always selected... To the world different from the peacefulness which I desire The voice of my God draws back me When the last tear falls to my disappearing fingertip I will disappear from this world truly The small moment till then I will hug all In this world where I lived in the far past... --- poetry by Didier Merah ---

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Improvisation