pecipicha (Петко Петков)
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Sep 22, 2014, 7:40 PM

Pray 

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   Pure soul, did you exist?

   Listen the words of the lonely priest.

   Incarnate with  inner beauty,

   call me with voice like flute!

   Wherever you are

    you'll be my radiant star.

   I will come with broken wings 

    and broken faith,

    but will  not keep revenge and hate.

    I hope that merciless pain

    is not overcome in vain.

    That is my sincere pray 

    and my only thorny way.

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