4 feb 2010, 12:12

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                                               Играехме  с вятъра.

                                               С дъжда се надбягвахме.

                                               Лъчите на слънцето,

                                               за кой ли път

                                               до десет брояха

                                               в играта на криеница.

                                               Скрити в сянката,

                                               усмихнати,

                                               дъх да поемем

                                               за мъничко,

                                               не можехме

                                               без вятъра,

                                               дъжда и лъчите.

                                               По детски,

                                               с боси крака

                                               с нослета изцапани,

                                               в ръцете

                                               с юмручета свити

                                               мечтите таяхме.

                                               Безкрай светлина.

                                              

                                               

                                               

                                       

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