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Я вечером приду к большой воде,
как приходил к большой любви когда-то,
и в миг единый выплыву везде,
не видя ни настила, ни гвоздей...
мечтающий невольный соглядатай.
Я снова не дойду какой-то шаг
до тайны, пребывающей в волнении.
Я постараюсь ей не помешать.
Я затаюсь, пытаясь не дышать,
пытаясь снова верить в исполненье.
Я снова подойду к простым словам,
звучащим в соразмерности с прибоем.
То будут не хула и не хвала,
а шепот незнакомки на валах,
себя не ощущающей изгоем.
А волны повторяют, что вольны
мы выбирать созвездия и струны.
И, обдувая воздухом хмельным,
впускают в наши слабые умы
возможность оставаться долго юным.
Они нам не расскажут о богах
и смысла не поведают в придачу.
Хотя научат видеть берега,
отучат унывать и убегать,
и лишь прощаясь, о своём заплачут.
More about creation background and etc ...
24 сент. 2004 г.
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