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Облака натянет очень быстро.
Волны незаметно станут злее.
Чёрный флаг расправиться, как выстрел,
от бессилья улететь, как чёрт шалея.

 

До чего прекрасен шторм.  А в соснах 
тишина. Всего лишь вздох как создан 
Мир. И нет фанфар победоносных.
Непридуманы слова: «прошло» и «поздно».

 

Любопытство манит к моренебу.
Там барашки сделались волками.
Ночь найдёт на день, как быль на небыль
И волна, а не коса найдет на камень.

 

Что осталось: в даль идти нагнувшись,
в темноте следов не различия.
Ветер надрываясь воет. Слушай!
Нет ни снов, ни слов, ни  дюн, ни чаек.

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