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Я растворяюсь в этом танце,
пытаясь тщетно вникнуть в суть.
Я не могу уже остаться.
Я отсвет мечущихся станций.
Я шепот “... друг, не обессудь”.
Но блики продолжают биться
в моей измученной душе.
Я пробовал: сперва влюбится...
Я разрывал круги амбиций.
Я сути познавал вещей.
И что? Они опять танцуют.
Последний предвечерний луч...
Его не поминайте всуе.
Он каждому пути рисует.
О, по-напрасному не мучь!
Как будто бы кристалл хрустальный,
а, может, флейты клапана.
Любимая... Всё это странно.
Познание ли филигранно?
Луча ли вновь манит струна?
По ней ли мы, как по канату?..
Ты выдохнешь – он тут как тут.
Сливаясь с новою сонатой,
мы промелькнём неоднократно,
смеясь и плача на лету.
More about creation background and etc ...
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