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“ Мы ехали шагом...”

                М. Светлов

Мы ехали ночью. О чем говорить?

А время навстречу неслось во всю прыть.

И месяц растущий рубил облака.

И стрелки вселенной считали века.


Мы ехали молча и слушали ночь.

И звезды мерцали, как раньше, точь в точь.

Серебряным цветом сверкала река,

неся свои воды вперёд сквозь века.


Мы ехали молча, уздою к узде,

и путь свой сверяли по нашей звезде.

И руку легонько сжимала рука,

чтоб это мгновенье продлить на века.


Мы ехали молча впитав сладкий яд,

что в сердце вонзает один только взгляд,

что тихо сочится меж рифмы в стихах

и тот, что растает, как время в веках.

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