I Forgot
The moon this night
is a half but tomorrow,
tomorrow it will be the full moon.
When you and I
open
all the night railway stations,
open
all the short towns.
And all the statues
will become meek
scars …
I forgot my heart.
Copyright © Bozhidar Pangelov | Year Posted 2011
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