Пастушье стадо пахучих пыльных туч

На небе гулко топчется над тенью грозовой.

И только облако одно наивно затаив игривый луч,

Отстало как овцы душа, ведомой на убой.


Но солнца луч – босой беглец , ему не нужен облака венец,

Он утренних теней ловец и волк средь пасмурных овец.

В крови заката в темноту бежит он, принимая смерть,

И вот успел… упал, пропал…и дождь тугой полил на твердь…



2 Comments to “***”

  1. Today, I went to the beach with my kids. I found a sea shell and gave it to
    my 4 year old daughter and said “You can hear the ocean if you put this to your ear.” She placed the
    shell to her ear and screamed. There was a hermit crab
    inside and it pinched her ear. She never wants to go back!
    LoL I know this is completely off topic but I had to tell someone!

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