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Пеликан из пустыни Намиб

мне принёс одиночество в клюве.

То ли время порвалось на миг.

То ли вечность, которую  сплю я.


Снится мне жёлто-красный песок,

под печальным чуть розовым небом...

Забытьё моё длится часок.

Просыпаюсь - в реальную небыль.


Видно, всё ж мне разлуку принёс

пеликан из далекой пустыни.

Слышу стук беспристрастных колёс.

Небо серое осенью стынет.


Вдоль дороги считаю столбы.

Вспоминаю мгновения счастья.

И уже я не знаю, где быль,

а где сон... Перемешаны части.


Я опять возвращаюсь назад.

Средь барханов синеет, как прежде,

отраженная неба слеза

озерком одиноким надежды.

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