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Волшебный Мир... он кроется во мне,

а мы с друзьями спрятались в коробке.

А там всё то же: от “светать” к “темнеть”…

И снова я кажусь смешным и робким.


Сквозь маленькую дырочку лучом

к нам проникают радости и беды.

И Караваджо вовсе не при чём,

и не при чём заумные беседы.


Пусть вверх ногами судьбы, страхи, жизнь 

в том коробке по имени пространство.

Привыкли… Так с чего тогда, скажи,

я так продрог за годы снов и странствий?


Я лишь порой пытаюсь осознать,

а что же за… Откуда луч тот светит?

Но вновь отодвигается стена,

и коробок рождает новый ветер.


А тонкий луч опять несёт в себе

моря и горы, небо, воздух, мудрость.

Ведь хорошо нам в этом коробке?..

Не потому ли - не найдя, не хмурюсь.

More about creation background and etc ...

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