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Dec 2, 2012, 7:00 PM

Poetry

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“The rest is silence…”
У. Шекспир, “Хамлет”
Светът заспива.
Някъде над мене
луната с остър рог небето драска
и от отворената тъмна вена
се стича мрак със аромат на праскови.
Така е тихо.
И така тревожно...
И някакво очакване се ражда...
Между възможното и невъзможното ...

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