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Скрип ступенек. Дым над крышей. Ветер спит.
На поверхности озёрной тишь да гладь.
Домик наш сухой и тёплый крепко сбит.
Поднимается туман, скрывая кладь.

 

Повязали нас с тобою не в снопы.
Млечный путь. Сверчанье. Сосны… Что здесь бренд?
Я не знаю. Напускаю. Нет, не пыль.
Сдал экзамен и опять –  абитуриент.

 

Мы играем в угадайки перед сном.
Спелый персик в мягкой коже мне в ладонь.
Неба шарф над стогом сена невесом.
Ты, мои читая мысли, шепчешь: «Тронь…»

 

Не жалеют боги детям серебра.
Я шепчу тебе: «Зажмурься, мой черёд»
Мне осталось только звёзды подсобрать.
А потом? В туман и… пусть нам брат не чёрт.

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