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А.У.
На улице чужой и незнакомой,
а может быть, укатанной асфальтом,
живёт давно вне всякого закона
мелодия, звучащая контральто.
Она родилась где-то в междузимьи,
среди чужих холодных вязких взглядов.
А я опять, опять не прослезился,
хотя уже роса покрылась садом.
А я опять тебя почти придумал,
скользящую над городом тем вечным.
А я опять той скрипки слышу струны
и те опять легко сжимаю плечи.
И город не чужой врастает в землю.
И взгляды не чужие – греют души.
И я почти могу погладить время,
но трогаю тебя... Ты шепчешь: “Слушай...”
Я слышу. Я касаюсь. Мы – взлетаем
над мостовой... Какой-то сантиметр.
А боль? Она от скрипки словно тает,
и словно ветер...
Снова ветер.
Снова ветер.
More about creation background and etc ...
25 окт. 2005 г.
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