Jul 26, 2007, 12:06 AM

ЖЕГА 

  Poetry
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ЖЕГА
ГРЕЕ НЕБЕТО
И ЛЪХА, КАТО В ПЕЩ.
СУША ГОЛЯМА,
ГРЕЕ, СПИРА НЯМА!
ТРЕВАТА ХРУЩИ,
УМОРЕНА ЖЪЛТЕЕ...
ГОРИ ЛИНЕЯТ,
СЕКАЧИ ТАМ ВИЛНЕЯТ...
И НА ПОЛЯНА
КРАЧАТ ПАТКА И ПАТОК.
ЧЕШМА ГОЛЯМА, ...

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