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Рубильник опуская очень плавно,

втекает в город наш принцессой ночь.

День отступает тихо и бесславно,

растаяв разноцветными маслами,

и числами секунд сбегая прочь.


Но мы его порочить не посмеем,

как и пророчить...

                  Только небосвод

набросит невод на Земли камею,

и мы опять, как дети, разомлеем,

пытаясь отвертеться от забот.


А звёзды за бортом уже всплывают

и кто-то шепчет в ухо: “Позови!..”

Как близких нас с тобою принимают,

но, в целом, никогда не понимая,

не нам одним звенят своим: “Увы…”


Открыв окно, обнявшись, вверх взметнёмся,

сомкнув глаза, тела перекрестив.

Какими встанем вновь, когда проснемся?

Заплачем ли? Вздохнём ли? Засмеемся?..

Приходит день.

                Намечены пути.

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