Книга, повість, поема...
Ти моя недописана книга, Що баластом лежить на душі, Що в повітряну буряну днину Розлітається тисячами листків. Ти моя незавершена повість, Напевно, з трагічним кінцем, Яка топить мене, наче повінь, У спекотний, посушливий день. Ти чіясь розпочата поема – Окрилена, юна, до болю жива. Розумію, що ми обоє нічеми, Але картаюсь я досі одна.
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