Aug 6, 2010, 3:03 PM

Носталгия 

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Ухаеше на неродена пролет
и топла, мека беше вечерта;
отнякъде долиташе мелодия
и тихо падаше нощта.
Навяваше потискана носталгия,
напомняше забравени лета,
когато пак така на свечеряване
една ръка ръката ми държа.

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