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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.
More about creation background and etc ...
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