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                   вдохновлено картиной

                   Оли Силаевой

Метели отвыли, отбились бураны.

Снега равномерно легли на поляны.

Деревья застыли. Мир кажется ровным,

Пугая, что выглядит малость бескровным.


И в этой безмолвной возвышенной глади

вдруг слышится магия звуков Вивальди.

И в чёрном на белом и в синем под чёрным

за флейтами скрипки вздыхают проворно.


Природа как будто забыла ужимки. 

Искрятся на ветках, как звуки, снежинки.

И хочется плакать и верится в чудо.

Едва улыбнусь я и плакать не буду.


И я попытаюсь запомнить всё это.

Чернеет заборчик, стремящийся к лету.

И сам я не знаю, каких стихов ради,

Внимаю я этой нетронутой глади.

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29 янв. 2022 г.

2186

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Уроки вниманияМиша Мазель
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