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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.


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Светает, за окнами - слякоть.

Очки теребишь ты в руке.

Раз в тысячу лет надо плакать,

прижавшись  к небритой щеке.

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