Dec 17, 2019, 3:24 PM

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Здрачът взе да се загърля
като дрипава мома
и на крачка-две, на хвърлей
пътят спира у дома.
Стършелите наедряха,
стават тромави и зли.
Приюти ме топла стряха.
Сняг над билото вали.
Залезът е твърде скучен
и над къщите кърви.
Иде зима. Като куче
по петите му върви. ...

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