Думите,

                                                  захвърлени

                                                  в безсмислие,

                                                  ще ни простят ли...

                                                  Дни, години

                                                  синонимно бродене

                                                  в изказа безсилие,

                                                  ще се смилят ли...

                                                  Топлина и радост

                                                  си отнехме,

                                                  вкопчени

                                                  в изстинали брътвежи.

                                                  Къде сме?

                                                  Изгубихме ли се

                                                  в мечтата обич...

                                                  Пропасти и пътища

                                                  без изход,

                                                  потънаха в сълза.

                                                  ..................................

                                                  Три думи.

                                                  Любов и полет

                                                  за обичаните.