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Когда…
В краю невыпавших дождей
Путь137
ПрефиксMyPoems
...Косте и Алеше
Сидишь в своем кругу и пьешь вино.
Кругом темно и лишь мигают свечи.
И, словно в старом сказочном кино,
тихонько оплетает души вечер.
И сердце чаще бьётся, и мечты
переплетаются с волшебными мирами.
Приходит ощущенье красоты
и доброй сказки, что была любима нами.
Тогда, под звон бокалов, звёзд и снов,
и серебристых лунных флейт и скрипок
без задних мыслей и без лишних слов
сольются пожелания в напиток.
И, осушив до дна большой бокал,
по кругу пущенный незримым метрдотелем,
и, ощутив, что каждый лучше стал,
под новогодний бой часов тоску развеем.
Раскрыв окно, в себя впитавши ночь
и млечный путь - забытую дорогу,
пред рождеством прогоним страхи прочь
и души отогреем понемногу.
More about creation background and etc ...
3 янв. 1993 г.
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