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... из Книги Времён
Путь1733
ПрефиксMyPoems
... И.Б-у
Я подбираюсь к истинам смеясь,
поскольку с детства знаю: истин нету.
Я, не томясь смотрю на мир сквозь вязь
своих причуд… В ответ луна лорнетом
сверкает мне, как будто говоря,
что в мире много радости и горя.
И сотни бликов, прыгая в морях,
сливаются в дорожку. В ихнем хоре
нет ничего: угроз, любви, тоски
и назиданья с предостереженьем.
И тихий скрип расшатанной доски
на пристани напомнит о движенье
вокруг луны спешащих облаков,
рыбацких яликов, что дремлют до рассвета.
И я, сквозь вязь не чувствую оков
своих печалей. Чуть смущает лето,
которое, начавшись, улизнёт…
Всё повторяется в природе, кроме суммы
сухих остатков, скрипов, звуков, нот…
А вдруг Мир этот есть, а не придуман?
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25 янв. 2020 г.
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