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Предновогодняя баллада
о сметении чувств и
ненадетой шапочке
Своими именами
Путь2164
ПрефиксMyPoems
Так мало слов в моей печали:
улыбки, взгляды, светотень.
То ветер фонари качает
и шепчет: «Шапочку надень!»
И девушка в очках – немая
(мечты почти всегда немы)
идёт, меня не замечая,
как будто я лишь часть зимы:
штрих, искривление пространства.
Меня смыл прочь астигматизм.
И потому я снова в странствии,
и снова странный я без призм.
А с призмами – ещё страннее.
Придумай что-нибудь зима.
Я не пытаюсь стать стройнее…
Сойти иль не сойти с ума?
Иду, а снег стучит по стёклам
уже не тает в волосах,
и шапочка в руках намокла.
Не снег – улыбка на усах.
Который век брожу кругами,
шепчу заветное: «Заметь…»
Скрипит надежда под ногами.
Я всё ещё пытаюсь сметь.
More about creation background and etc ...
24 дек. 2021 г.
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