Скръб бездомна

Jan 14, 2011, 3:40 PM

Poetry

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„... аз бродя за утехата нерад –
и кат загубен в пустошта огромна.
И толкоз черни мисли ми тежат,
че аз не искам нищо да си спомна."
Димчо Дебелянов
Стремително и гордо
над вълните
чайките летят.
На сушата
народът ми отчаян
се задъхва.
Лъжат. Мамят се. Убиват се... ...

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