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Опадают желания в опустевшем саду.
Пусть лежат. Я за ними в этот сад не приду.
А приду – не узнаю (сам немного другой).
Сад, сменив одеяния, скажет: «Здравствуй, изгой».
Перезревшие яблоки у забора в тени.
Паучок, свои сети через сад протяни.
Я желаю попасться, как дождинки и свет.
Взглядом долгим остаться в пожелтевшей листве.
Нет течения времени – только эта струна.
И чуть слышная оторопь в этот час не странна.
Я с тем садом не спорю, кем я был, кто я есть,
словно честь мне оказана: осознать его месть:
за отсутствие жалости и за воздух морской.
Сад мне этот пригрезился. Житель я городской.
А виденье – фантазия, песня, стих, пустячок.
Сколько сказки не сказывай – правдой лишь паучок.
More about creation background and etc ...
3 авг. 2020 г.
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