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Мы встречались с тобою

на безлюдных тропинках


старых песенных строчек

под шуршанье дождя.

Небо вновь голубое,

только лужицы в льдинках.

Кружит жёлтый листочек.

Красный - чуть погодя.


Мы не знали тоски.

Мы мечтали о чуде.

Мы встречали рассветы

песней слившихся тел...

Сам стираю носки.

Сам не мою посуду.

Сам не внемлю советам

и не делаю дел.


Не могу я забыть

шёпот пьяного лета,

нежность трепетных губ

и манящую грудь.

Нет, не начал я пить,

не купил пистолета,

только мерить стал вглубь,

уходя песней в грусть.


День наткнулся на мель.

Молча жарю котлету.

Сковородку скоблю

и с хандрою борюсь.

Отыщу твой е-майл.

Подключусь к Интернету.

Напишу, что люблю

и никак не дождусь.

More about creation background and etc ...

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