by Petar Lozanov

I saw countless persons faces
Unsolvable riddles all they were
Words countless flew past me
Leaving only the sound of quiet remembrance

Is it destined or not
Large puzzle with missing pieces
Misunderstood to this day, what is this
Which leads us to seek those countless faces

Forgotten, washed away and aimlessly erased meetings and memories
Though terrible spell my name is swept
And probably already replaced
I feel like a wax figure

Petar Lozanov is a Bulgarian abstract artist, poet and writer living and working in Ireland. 33 years of age, poetry and painting is the core of his european art.

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