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Сквозь буйство молчания
У лавки антиквара
Путь2113
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Вот опять я иду по дороге
незаметный, хотя непрозрачный
И со мною все те, кто мне дороги.
И слова без опаски я трачу.
Без опаски уйти без ответа.
Без обиды, что их не услышат.
Без открытья, что грусть беспросветна
как и глупость. А ветер колышет
ветви нежных берёз, и орешин,
и дубов за рекой в отдаленьи.
Я, конечно, виновен и грешен,
что опять не поддался делению
на таких же как вы и как ваши
идеалы,
оставшись собою.
Я припрячу слова в лёгкий кашель,
не внеся этим кашлем в них сбоя.
Я иду, улыбаясь кому-то
кого нет и возможно не будет.
Незаметный, но видящий смутно
двух бобров громоздящих запруду.
Вот и я незаметно вгрызаюсь
в прутья мудрости, веры и чувства.
А по полю бежит серый заяц
сквозь цветов молчаливое буйство.
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