Nov 7, 2019, 4:39 PM

Вятърничав 

  Poetry » Phylosophy, Other
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А вятърът
защо напира,
издул
все още влажното пране.
Пак бърза
и за миг поспира
оплел се
във бодливи клони.
Къде сте мелници
с разперени ръце?
Задръжте вятъра -
да го запитам...

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