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Feb 16, 2009, 2:16 PM

Poetry » East forms

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тих вятър пее
между брезите
влакът пори
студения въздух
сиви гълъби кълват
парчета хляб
малка дама
тича по тротоара
вълните не стихват
над прибоя
тротоарите шептят
тихата си песен ...

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