Aug 29, 2006, 8:55 AM

ЖЕРАВИ

  Poetry
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                                   ЖЕРАВИ

                                   Бели жерави.
                                   Мисли прокудени.
                                   Красота
                                   върху бели криле.
                                   В колко погледи
                                   жалост събуди
                                   броеница
                                   над мъртво поле....
                                   Остър писък
                                   прониза мъглите
                                   и се спусна
                                   над тъжно селце.
                                   Бели жерави,
                                   вие летите
                                   през едно
                                   наранено сърце....

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