Циганско лято

                                                     вятърът плахо свири

                                                            тнцуват листа

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                                                           Зейнал прозорец

                                                        бледа луна наднича

                                                            през него тъжно

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                                                            Късничко е за

                                                        веселба, но щурчо

                                                            не мисли така