Florence kneels down to say her prayers
At night.
I wonder what she says and why she cares
To pray at night.
I think when she kneels down to pray
At night
The names that have been on her lips all day
Are there, at night.
She interferes with destinies
At night.
My loves are free to do the things they please
By day, or night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The names that have been on her lips all day Are there, at night. My loves are free during the day and night. tony