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Только маленькая часть
У лавки антиквара
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В смене цвета неба – неизбежное.
В смене цвета листьев – жизни суть.
Велик… иноходец необъезженный
Я вам не скажу куда несут
в этот час меня мои желания,
не принадлежа себе сейчас.
Сколько лет я их хранил в чулане?
Это только маленькая часть.
На границе осени и лета,
на развилке миражей и чувств
я на старом детском драндулете,
ворот закусив, под горку мучусь.
И как смене красок не уняться,
не умерить пригибанья трав,
не пугаясь новых декораций,
не гадаю в чём опять не прав.
Просто еду, подставляя свету
морду бородатого лица.
Я в который раз не внял совету
западного ветра – сорванца.
Он кричал, что осень будет вечной,
что безумие искать, любить и ждать….
Сединою и листвой слегка повенчанный
не пытаюсь переубеждать.
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