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Синий лес
Своими именами
Путь2153
ПрефиксMyPoems
Я помню как он уходил за сцену,
перебирая струны и смеясь,
красивым длинным нотам зная цену:
немного мушкетёр, немного князь.
И шнур от усилителя, как Лета,
тянулся следом в темноту кулис,
а мы согласно купленным билетам
глядели в темноту под шквалы «бис».
Но Лета – не шнурок от усилителя.
И голос затихает в темноте.
Там бродят все: ваятели, воители,
поэты и певцы… И нам хотеть
немного страшно, но нельзя иначе.
Мы слушаем в надежде темноту,
а темнота молчит, смеётся, плачет.
И кажется всё в ней на полноту.
Я помню и других, стоявших в круге
прожектора, дарующих нам блеск.
Мы жаждали найти в кумире друга.
Туман над сценой стал похож на синий лес.
И в том лесу теряется и тает
так много бесполезной мишуры.
Лишь голос, слава Б-гу, не стихает
и не нужны уже гитары и шнуры.
More about creation background and etc ...
9 дек. 2021 г.
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