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Так принято: мы ставим рубежи,

которые должны одолевать.

А серпантин дорог вперёд бежит,

и миг прощанья поздно продлевать.


И я себе рубеж поставил за...

И оказался я за рубежом.

Преодолел - и снова рябь в глазах,

и снова в бой, и поздно пить боржом.


Мы движемся. Навстречу - рубежи.

Курьерский поезд вновь разрезал ночь.

И взят рубеж - повергнутый лежит,

и все сомненья улетают прочь.


И ранним вечером, а может поздним днём,

когда цвета смешались в легкий беж,

как на обломках топчемся на нём,

смакуя вслух: “Вот это был рубеж”.


А между тем, не каждому дано.

Не каждому, не многим и не всё.

И то, что было - кануло давно.

А в будущем - кому как повезёт.

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РубежиМиша Мазель
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