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Молчанье мотыльков

Пятая вечность

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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.

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3 дек. 2020 г.

1958

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Молчанье мотыльковМиша Мазель
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