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Крылья ангела толкают воздух книзу,

и земля становится, как мяч.

Птицы хохлятся и жмутся на карнизе.

Боль моя уймись и не маячь.

Долгожданный шелест белых крыльев.

То не голуби вспугнули ветерок.

Небеса печалью нас накрыли

и легли тенями на порог.

Ангел скрылся, почему-то стало легче,

слёзы переполнили глаза.

Мне смешно, что снова я доверчив.

Подожди, не плач, я не сказал

главного… Я ощущаю пальцы

влажные, сплетённые, твои…

И шепчу во тьму я вслед скитальцу:

«Ты всё можешь. Вспомни. Отвори!»

Ты прошепчешь: «Он тебя не слышит».

Вспыхнет лампочка в парадном, ляжет свет

нам на лица… Выше, выше, выше…

Стали взгляды шелестом в листве.

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10 апр. 2021 г.

2016

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Прелюдия шелестаМиша Мазель
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