Oct 24, 2021, 1:09 PM

По Архангел 

  Poetry
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Моите мъртви

на дълга редица от пламъци 

вкупом полягат

към сухата спечена твърд.

Жълти, по края със черно - 

от вятър запалени,

есенни бурени сухи -

цветя за отвъд.

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