Jun 6, 2007, 12:11 PM

Счупено огледало 

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                              Неопределено желание.
                                                                                      Изгубен копнеж.
                                        Отекващ глас.
                                                                          Сред сини цветя.
                                                                                                                 И бяло небе.
                                 В нещо измислено.
                                                                          На нищо действително.

                                                    
                                                      Скрих светлината.


                            Черно-бели спомени в сумрака проблясват.
                                   Пролетният дъжд тихо ги отмива.
                                                                Изтрива...


                            Угаснал плам,
                                                             посипан с пясъчни измислици.

                                    Познати устни,
                                                                          целувки чужди.

                       Очи, искреност
обещаващи,
                                                                      
будуват
                                                                             
  окъпани
                                                                                      в сълзи фалшиви.
                                                                                                                    .

                   Тих глас красиви обещания реди.
                                                  НО
                                                       ДУМИТЕ КРАСИВИ, ВЕРНИ НИКОГА НЕ СА...



                                                           Две детски очи
                                                         тъжно мълчат.
                                                   Огледалото се счупи,
                                                    образът се разпиля.
                                                                
                                                                 ТВОЯТ...


                                                              20.05.2007

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