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Пока ещё не затянуло небо ряской
и весел дождь грибной не затяжной,
я на часы смотрю не для острастки,
и, зная наперёд, смеюмь: «Не ной!»
Я знаю, что не Ной, и я не ною.
Весенний ливень – душ, а не потоп.
Он вырастет внезапною стеною
я с ней столкнусь не возводя поклёп.
Я думаю, я жаждал этой встречи
Не верите? Да! Я хотел промочь,
впитать до нитки этот тёплый вечер.
И пусть потом не просыхает ночь.
И я пожалуй подниму по маленькой
текилу или нечто иже с ней.
И пусть потом моргает свечка в спаленке –
авось мне станет многое ясней.
Просохнуть не с чего и высохнуть раз плюнуть.
Да и по правде мне не в первый раз.
Пытаюсь разглядеть в ночи безлунной
того кто шепчет мне подсказки без прикрас.
More about creation background and etc ...
3 июн. 2021 г.
2076
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