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И просыпаюсь вновь… стихами

Над душным городом - грозой…

                                 АлексАндр

Пытаюсь вырваться из сна,

а он меня в объятьях держит,

как держит давняя весна...

А новый день в окно уж брезжит.


Дрожит осенний лист, и дождь

шуршит мне о своей печали.

Я в настроении с ним схож.

Его, как брата, я встречаю.


Я, как и он, стучусь в стекло,

в хрустальную глухую стену.

А там за ней часов циклоп

свою отстукивает тему.


“Тик-так, тик-так,” – ответ дождю.

“Не та, не так!” – прощальный возглас.

Я сна-дождя совсем не жду,

но знаю, что он бродит возле.


Таков удел тех, кто любил:

дождём стучать в чужие окна...

Я вновь стихи свои пролил,

и вот стою теперь и мокну.

More about creation background and etc ...

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