It Is Silent Like a Prayer
It is silent like a prayer.
All the words are lost
and so are all the roads,
which lead to nowhere.
My arm is folding yours
as if an impossibility.
And softly the night is coming.
Copyright © Bozhidar Pangelov | Year Posted 2011
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