Aug 7, 2008, 1:19 PM

Гостенка 

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В ден дъждовно-безличен
(бях сама у дома)
имах гостенка лична -
посети ме смъртта.
Във очите гореше
спотаена тъга,
ала страшна не беше
и дойде без коса.
С глас задгробен ми каза:
"Не, не идвам за теб,
но въпрос си задавам
и си търся ответ. ...

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