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Иногда необходимо отойти на шаг
и, на время затаившись, даже не дышать.
Я сейчас предвосхищаю просто длинный вдох.
В это время… шанс услышать, как проходит Б-г
в небе синем и морозном полном звёзд и мглы.
Ты не жалуйся, Он знает, что мы не смогли.
Ты подумай, не желая, не прося… Не жди.
Потому, что нету смысла, в том, в чём нет нужды.


Всё чему позволят сбыться, выйдет точно в срок.
Свет средь строк моих струится: словно подстерёг.
Очень многое на свете хочется постичь.
И пускай прохожий, глядя, в спину скажет: «Дичь!»
И пускай на свете нету счастья и чудес.
Отойди на шаг, прищурься, и… Раз влез, так влез.

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