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Зачем опять назад бегут огни

и снег летит в лицо?.. Опять тревожно,

но верится и слышится: "Шагни,.. " -

пускай несмело, тихо, осторожно...


Настороже... Слышны, слышны шаги.

Они как эхо – вечный, верный спутник.

Чу, не страшны дороги и враги:

пугают лишь летящие минуты.


А ты, Любовь, снежинок круговерть -

обманываешь, слепишь, наставляешь...

Но в эту бездну тянет вновь смотреть

откуда белым снегом ты слетаешь.


Шаги скрипят. Навстречу, как во сне,

Гурьбою ненаписанные строчки...

Банально, но – рифмует белый снег

всю улицу с непознанным листочком.


Январь сменил декабрь, как всегда.

Традиция? Дурацкая привычка?

И губы, улыбаясь, шепчут "Да!.. "

Знак восклицания, две точки и кавычка.

More about creation background and etc ...

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