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О той… и о другой
Параллельные ипостаси
Путь2020
ПрефиксMyPoems
Не решайте за ангела, что он умеет и хочет… Не стоит.
Глядя в звёздное небо и слушая шелест весенней листвы
позабудьте печали, ведь помнить печали – занятье пустое,
но… учтите: совсем без печалей нет чувств, а без чувств мы черствы.
Ангел сам всё решит: как, когда и кому, в коей мере и срочность.
А пока суть да дело попробуйте сами искать и ваять.
Ветерок в волосах, холодок на лице… след движения строчек.
И… одна, став дорогой поманит, и кто-то прошепчет: «…твоя».
А другая «твоя» задрожит под пальтишком на голое тело.
Тонкий шёлковый шарфик… Он издали словно два белых крыла.
(Чуть мерцает фонарь. Загорелась звезда и Земля опустела).
И, наверное к лучшему, пусть не отдаст, что сейчас забрала.
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15 апр. 2021 г.
2020
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