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Наконец

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Не бывает людей неподвластных печали,

но совсем не с того так пронзителен цвет

тех закатов, что вместе пока не встречали

те, кто тихо мечтают услышать “привет!”


И совсем не с того вдруг рождаются звуки

и слетают кометы почти на ладонь...

Мы – заблудшей мечты незаконные внуки -

в этот миг разжигаем незримый огонь.


Затихают столицы великих империй.

Погружаются тени в полуночный зной.

И с какой несуразицы снова мы верим

в гор, взметнувшихся к звёздам, рисунок резной?


Но по той же причине века за веками

не стихает биенье разбитых сердец.

Кто-то профиль на небе рисует руками.

Ветер шёпот доносит к утру... “Наконец”.

More about creation background and etc ...

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