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Молчанье мотыльков
Пятая вечность
Путь1958
ПрефиксMyPoems
Башмачки слетели, но без стука.
Словно в невесомости парят.
Будто время спрыгнуло с приступка.
Хочется желаньям доверять.
… и мечтам. Как на крыльце сандалии
ждут они дыхание в тиши.
Мы чудес не мало повидали.
Мотылёк, прошу, не мельтеши...
Не лети на лампочку над садом.
Безрассудством – не внушай нам страх.
Стука нет. Не от того ль досада?
Вы не смейтесь. Я – не вертопрах.
Чувство затаилось на скамейке.
Мотыльками – яблонь лепестки,
как надежд несбыточных семейка,
упорхнули... Нежные мазки
лунного сиянья отразились
в слёзками наполненном тазу.
Я шепну во тьму, почти не силясь,
Заклинание… Ну что ж… Легли? Тасуй.
Башмачки слетели, но без стука.
Следом покатилась ночь в траву.
Время в предвкушении поступка
Ждёт… А вдруг… молчание порву.
More about creation background and etc ...
3 дек. 2020 г.
1958
1721
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