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В опустелия дом

По стенам опустевшего дома...

В опустелия дом, по стените,
само мяркат се сенки студени,
и безсилно ридаят дошлите
гноми в своите нови владения.

По стени, по бюфети, по маси
всеки може с очи да ги види.
Те немилвани от светлина са
и в безрадостна нощ са обвити.

А телцата им, болни и слаби,
тук трептяха в унило безсилие
до мига, без стопанин оставил
тази къща, доскоро щастлива.

Мрачно-душни са празните стаи,
тишината е все по-печална.
Да, от тях задуши се стопанинът
в свойта тъмна готическа спалня.

Погребалните свещи - ги взеха.
Отшумя и прощалният помен.
Тук остана на думите ехото,
плач, ридание, упреци, спомен.

В опустелия дом, по стените,
само мяркат се сенки студени.
И безсилно ридаят дошлите
гноми в своите нови владения.

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