Jul 14, 2009, 11:34 AM

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                                                                Забравен стон, забравен вятър.

                                                                Отминали мечти, прекършен клон.

                                                                Прегърбени от грехове и страсти,

                                                                не разбрахме радостта да бъдем

                                                                живи.

                                                                Обрулените вежди ярост

                                                                няма да родят прашинка

                                                                радост.

                                                                Устните, откъснат лъч.

                                                                Пръстите, невидим дъжд.

                                                                Тялото, река от вопли.

                                                                Очите...

                                                                И гърбове, и вдигнати яки.

                                                             

© Атанас Ганев All rights reserved.

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