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Осенний день
Порядок вещей
Путь1624
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Просеивая сотни слов, ищу не слово и не мысль.
Не разделяю свет и зло, не говорю в сердцах «уймись».
Порою завожу часы, порою тихий разговор.
Стряхну с плеча я на весы бессмысленности лёгкий сор.
Едва заметный взору пух, а кажется – чугунный столб.
Огромный выросший лопух прикрыл следы изящных стоп.
Вам кажется, похож на стёб мой легкий непредвзятый слог?
Но с каждым шагом скрежет стёкол, слышней…
В том мудрости залог.
И тихий дворик городской и улица за лопухом.
Я управляю не тоской и зарастаю я не мхом.
Но пробуждает этот хруст, и побуждает, и влечёт.
И завожу, и тает грусть, из уст мелодия течёт.
Такая странная. Порой – не верится в её мотив
и падает, как пух, перо, и больше нет прерогатив.
И нет столпов. И есть столбы. И впереди осенний день.
И тени падают на лбы, и на лопух, и на плетень.
More about creation background and etc ...
12 июл. 2019 г.
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