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Многоголосье чувств

В краю невыпавших дождей

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Голоса приходят по ночам,

возникают будто ниоткуда.

Промелькнёт свет фар по кирпичам.

Зазвенит трамваю вслед посуда.

Голоса приходят под дождём

и стучат опять они по стёклам.

Мы до трех ударов подождём.

На четвертый - распахнём мы окна.


Голоса приходят каждый день

иль, вернее, будят каждый вечер.

На стене танцует чья-то тень.

Чьи-то руки обнимают плечи.

Голоса приходят за тобой

в тот момент, когда смежаем веки,

и зовут призывною трубой

за собой в любви страну навеки.


Мы спешим на их призывный зов

немотой слиянья сна и тела.

Фонари в окне глазами сов

лишь одни в ночи моргают смело.

Голоса слетают с облаков

и играют с нами до рассвета

чередой созвездий и веков...

Утро вновь потом наложит вето.

More about creation background and etc ...

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Многоголосье чувствМиша Мазель
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