PAN WITH US
Pan came out of the woods one day, –
His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray,
The gray of the moss of walls were they, –
And stood in the sun and looked his ...
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Пакует время мой рюкзак,
И сжаты сроки.
А жёсткий памяти наждак
Шлифует строки.
И слой за слоем шелуха
Слетает наземь.
И обнажается стиха
Литая фраза.
А ночи злой ...