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Мне часто грезятся такие спуски к морю:

по узким улочкам меж маленьких домов.

Там впереди маячит к нам кормою

кораблик беленький и нет совсем дымов

(за исключением дымка из труб и облака).

Такая узкая, но лёгкая мечта.

Она почти всегда меняет облики,

напоминая книжки, что читал,

ты в детстве с фонарём под одеялом.

Там и пираты есть и рыбаки.

Там не пугает штиль девятым валом

и там пугать как будто не с руки.

Да будет так, да будут терпки сумерки,

как лёгкое и сладкое вино.

Стемнело. Тихо. Лишь… трещат без умолку

цикады. И – луна взошла звеном.

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