Jul 13, 2013, 7:35 PM

Посветено 

  Poetry » Odys and poems
604 0 8

 

                                           ***

                                           чашата на мама -

                                           помни устните и

                                           ръцете и

                                           гласът и

                                           помни оня момент

                                           в който се пропука

                                           и потекоха

                                           кафените ù сълзи…

 

                                           все повече

                                           расте страхът ми,

                                           че пластмасовите

                                           чашки не помнят…

 

 

 

 

 

© Радка Миндова All rights reserved.

Comments
Please sign in with your account so you can comment and vote.
Random works
: ??:??