The Prayers Poem by Liza Sud

The Prayers



I don't know why I'm frightened
even to respond,
And to get in touch with someone -
no, I don't want!

I prefer to hear silence,
wilderness to sit,
and the prayers for my playsides.
Well it is! - agree?

Monday, August 31, 2015
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