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Крем-брюле
Штрихами по воде наискосок
Путь1055
ПрефиксMyPoems
Прохожу переулком ухоженным,
не совсем сознавая куда.
Чуть поодаль торгуют мороженым,
подстрекая придти холода.
Ощущаю, как падают листья,
хоть смотрю исключительно вниз.
Осень не выбирает солистов
для своих обнаженных реприз.
Изучаю я каждую трещинку
на асфальтах твоих городов,
незнакомая гордая женщина.
Твой наряд снова жёлто-багров.
Ты же плáвна, жеманна, желанна.
Как всегда, неподкупно юна.
Холодишь мне шершавые длани.
Гонишь прочь, оставаясь одна.
Прохожу переулком. Непрошеный.
Хоть и знаю, что втайне любим.
Мимо лета, ларька, мимо крошева
чувств и звуков. Безмолвный, как дым.
И сверяя по трещинкам азимут,
я ищу тебя в каждом дворе,
умоляя не прятаться на зиму
и даря крем-брюле детворе.
More about creation background and etc ...
7 окт. 2009 г.
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