Босой ступил
Босой ступил в полевую траву, сбив пыль холодной росой, далёкое детство увидал наяву, сдавил горло комок тугой. Кузнечик звонко затрещал, уйдя от поступи моей, Прости... я дальше зашагал в жизнь: много нужно ей движений моих накала. Перешагну запрет, мозг напитаю памятью, ей вести меня вперёд — преградам спорить со страстью. Страстью к движению, противоборству и познанию, к новому и старому, старому и почему-то незабываемому. Уйду по утренней росе к новому, неизведанному, следы оставив на траве... Уйду к новому, неизвестному...
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