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Мечта
В краю невыпавших дождей
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Когда по улице ты шла
вечернею порой,
земля снимала свой бушлат,
промерзший и сырой.
Потупила печальный лик
всходящая луна,
и песней новой под кадык
нахлынула волна.
Когда по улице шла ты,
неся свой гордый стан,
тянули головы цветы
к встревоженным устам,
и разносился аромат
дурманящих духов,
непостижимый для ума
и спящих петухов.
По улице ты шла тогда.
Катил девятый вал.
Вставала первая звезда.
Тихонько кто-то звал.
Я в мыслях раздевал тебя,
чертя твой силуэт.
И занавеску теребя,
страдал во мне поэт.
Когда по улице ты шла,
снимая, как Весна,
с души уставшей грязь и шлак,
я многого - не знал.
На миг во тьме зажегся свет,
так нужный мне сейчас.
Но ни один узреть ответ
не смог я в этот раз.
More about creation background and etc ...
5 июн. 1996 г.
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