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Над тёмной водой подсознания
я словно парил. В полудрёме.
И рифмы текли не к воззваниям.
И мысли не ждали на стрёме.
Неясность была как спасение.
Нечёткость лечила размытием.
Пройдя сквозь свои опасения,
на шаг подступил я к наитию.
А осень журчала деревьями,
растущими кронами под воду.
Заслушавшись этими трелями,
я замер в предчувствии повода.
Спрессованный странную силою
в росинку на кончике жала,
маячил я... Цаплей красивою
далёкое утро снижалось.
И всё, что пугало – скукожилось.
Исчезло и то, что надумалось.
И скука уже не умножилась,
а то, что осталось, то сдунулось...
Иду я вдоль речки, вдоль озера:
деревья растут в отражении.
На синей поверхности козырем
той цапли возникло скольжение.
More about creation background and etc ...
17 сент. 2007 г.
978
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