Sep 14, 2005, 2:49 PM

Вали...Безнадеждно...

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                                                                  Вали...Безнадеждно...

                                                                Иде пак есен, мирише на влага, и гнило

                                                                лъхти от блатата на умрели надежди.

                                                                Плаче прозорецът, стичат се сълзи

                                                                правят по него сребристи пътеки.

                                                                По коя ли от тях, ще тръгна последно?

                                                                Води ли някоя, някъде, в нещо?...

                                                                Драска дъждът, шумоли по листата...

                                                                Господи, нека това да е последната есен!...

 

 

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