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В краю невыпавших дождей
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Светает, за окнами - слякоть.
Не видно ни звёзд, ни луны.
Кому-то захочется плакать.
Кому-то - готовить блины.
Две тысячи лет пролетело.
А сколько ещё пролетит...
На кухне окно запотело.
Начищенный чайник блестит.
Блестят и сверкают конфорки
и блики на стёклах очков.
А взгляд твой запрятан за плёнкой
никчёмных обыденных слов.
И я не могу удержаться
сорвать их, целуя глаза.
Я снова пытаюсь прорваться,
вернуться на годы назад.
Вернуться обратно в твой город,
назад на две тысячи лет,
когда был не нужен нам повод,
лишь только - расстеленный плед.
* * *
Светает, за окнами - слякоть.
Очки теребишь ты в руке.
Раз в тысячу лет надо плакать,
прижавшись к небритой щеке.
More about creation background and etc ...
8 апр. 1997 г.
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