16 abr 2025, 14:54

Предателството

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Съвсем не е забравено,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       среща се не рядко, дори...                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Уви! За предателството                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 е, този кратичък мой  стих...                                                                                                                                                                                                   Подлост, измяна, коварство,                                                                                                                                                                                                знаем - още го наричат...                                                                                                                                                                                                 Днес, Света Велика сряда,                                                                                                                                                                                                 Юда предава Божи Син -                                                                                                                                                                                                          с целувка издайническа...                                                                                                                                                                                                        А в спор, често и безсмислен,                                                                                                                                                                                                 в излишна битка, с приятел,                                                                                                                                                                                                или, с близки - хвърчи в миг                                                                                                                                                                                            обида, несъзнателна...                                                                                                                                                                                                              Да се покаем, да простим,                                                                                                                                                                                                      няма съвършени, сред нас...                                                                                                                                                            И Бог, вярвам,

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