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                                                        Надвиснала

                                                        неискренност,

                                                        настъпената

                                                        радост, 

                                                        разпиляха цветовете на

                                                        Розата горяща.

                                                        Усмивката на Принца

                                                        замръзна.

                                                        Огледалото се счупи.

                                                        Без милост

                                                        от пръстите изтече

                                                        вяра.

                                                        Преляхме от

                                                        надежда.

                                                        Балончето се пукна.

                                                        Плюшени мечета,

                                                        утрото посрещнаха

                                                        в таралежена

                                                        премяна.