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Пятничный триптих. За шторой
Штрихами по воде наискосок
Путь1043
ПрефиксMyPoems
Не стоит разглядывать зимние улицы
сквозь окна наполненных грустью квартир,
и гостем незваным у шторы сутулиться,
пеняя на сбившийся вновь арретир.
Не стоит весной, зависая молчанием,
маячить за спинами тех, кто грустит,
пытаясь отнять у них страх и отчаянье,
и пальцем по стёклам снаружи скрести.
Когда? Не пойму. У меня снова пятница.
Так странно меж зданий петляет река.
Порой возникает желание спрятаться.
Да только нет смысла: найдут дурака.
Как странно. Годами ловя себя на слове,
мешая умело цинизм и порыв,
не быть ни смешным, ни престранным,
ни засланным,
как туфли меняя чужые дворы.
Всем хочется ласки, любви, понимания.
Немало. Особенно если всерьёз.
Мостится дорожка благими стараньями,
а вечные пятницы в целом - курьёз.
More about creation background and etc ...
7 февр. 2009 г.
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