Oct 30, 2006, 12:51 AM  

Навярно 

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Навярно по пясъка дирите,
от тебе, ще се стопят,
когато вълните на прилива,
придойдат с вечерния хлад –
а тиха нощта в разкаяние
ще посребрее сама,
на кея, от теб изоставена,
окъпана в хладна луна!

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