Betrayers
how fast we give up
to the thought
and tomorrow shadow
covers us up
but we had set off the place
not existing on the maps
from a shore like a pigeon
we kiss the eyelids of the death
but those ones in the mirror we don’t dare
and drown into our voices
till Marathon is an attack
of a heart
but who will be the messenger
for us
the betrayers
The book "The Man Who ..." 2009
*Translator Bulgarian-English: Vessislava Savova
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Copyright © Bozhidar Pangelov | Year Posted 2010
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