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Девушка из непридуманного мира,

очень странно – я тебя узнал.

Тополя стоят по стойке смирно.

И забвеньем пахнет вдруг сосна.

И как будто не был я печален.

И как будто не писал совсем стихов.

Биче? Дези? Фрези?.. У причала

паруса и нету пастухов.


Разбежались овцы, разлетелись.

Взгляд мой не следит ни за одной.

Все страницы разом опустели.

В пустоту барашек заводной

убежавший (от кого - не знаю)

блеет тихо-тихо: «Приручи!..»

Это бред? Не бред и не со сна я

вижу, как стекают слез ручьи.


Слезы счастья? Точно не печали.

В непридуманных мирах печали нет.

Мой корабль точно не отчалил.

Нету звёзд, нет смеха, нет планет.

Сказок? …нет и Маленького Принца

Дежа Вю… Чуть слышно: «Я спешу!»

Ветер. Вечер. Свитер. Чуть искрится

на воде всё то, о чём пишу.

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