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Крошки и птицы
Внесение ясности
Путь1551
ПрефиксMyPoems
Стою и плачу, слушаю Превера.
Мне кажется, что Мир опять похож
на солнца блеск в глазах твоих, на веру,
а после на луны блестящий корж.
Я так боюсь тот блеск и корж увидеть,
запомнить и с собою унести.
Кто говорит: «Всему виной флюиды?»
Кто удивляется, что не скрипит настил?
Кто слушает не плеск ночных течений
и видит в кронах петь готовых птиц?
Хрустит печаль, как сладкое печенье.
Блеск крошек в лунном свете у петлиц.
Расстёгнут ворот, шарф зажат в ладони,
растрёпан снова непослушный чуб.
Лишь эта ночь надежд моих бездонней,
но и её мелеть я научу.
Я научу не плакать, а смеяться
и не мелькать далёкие огни.
У нас получится. Не стоит снов бояться.
Прошу, дай знак. Задумайся. Моргни.
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