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Убегаю от тоски и своей печали.

Небо рвётся на куски, ветками качая.

И дорога не звала, и не огляделся,

и не те опять слова, а куда мне деться?


Убегаю от картин, что всегда рисую.

Той дороги серпантин поминаю всуе.

Проклинаю ремесло. Вспоминаю душу.

И скрипит в ночи весло... Душно. Душно. Слушай.


Убегаю я от чувств и избитых истин.

Я, наверное, мечусь, как осенний листик.

Я, наверное, неправ, или же отчасти...

На реке как будто сплав.

                                   Дай весло на счастье...


Убегаю? Нет – плыву... Нет – сижу на месте.

Что случится наяву, станет после вестью.

А пока - ищу слова я, пытаясь слушать:

про любовь, про жизнь, про вас.

                                             И уже не душно.

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