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Другой снег
Синий вагон метро
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Сегодня падал снег.
Он раньше был другим:
мгновений светлых бег,
рисующих круги.
Он падал за окном.
Он был белей всего.
И всё казалось сном,
что было до него.
Что было не вчера -
забудется потом.
Растают вечера.
Спою я вам не то.
И будет падать снег,
такой же, как сейчас,
чертя приставку "не",
быть может, сгоряча.
Мне вспомнится - другой.
Не то чтобы белей...
Не станет он пургой.
Не буду я смелей...
Все та же чехарда
снежинок и секунд.
Сначала будет - "да"...
и соли после фунт.
Сегодня за окном
кружится редкий снег:
поставленный на кон
проигранный забег.
Ночь всходит неспеша
и топит белизну.
Задумалась душа,
под утро лишь заснув.
More about creation background and etc ...
11 окт. 2001 г.
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Печенов Сергей
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