Jan 11, 2011, 9:15 PM

Двуделно... 

  Poetry » East forms
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... malos eran esos aires...
(... вещаеха зло тези ветрове...)
Бездомна утрин -
снегът затрупа прага.
Танцувам с вълци!
***
В притихнал вятър –
замират празни клони.
Сънуват лято…

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