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                                                         В очите ни

                                                         небето и земята

                                                         се люлеят.

                                                         В кръвта ни

                                                         кораби надежда

                                                         се разбиват.

                                                         Устните пресъхнали

                                                         отпиват сетен лъч.

                                                         Протегнати,

                                                         ръцете ни

                                                         открити рани обич

                                                         приютяват.

                                                         Стихии се надбягват

                                                         със забравени

                                                         мечти.

                                                         Беснеят

                                                         ярост и омраза.

                                                         Нека да лудуват.

                                                         Сълза и милост,

                                                         вяра -

                                                         няма никога да стигнат.