Lyudmila Purgina Poems
I Am Reading And Reading...
I am reading and reading and reading,
I am searching for truth in the words...
They are different: some of them chilling,
Some are pretty, the other are cold.
Some are flying so high in the heavens,
Others are making rough common work
With a man, who just use in affairs
Simple words, and, the next, complex words.
All the words have their own great meaning,
And the second, the third meaning also...
And sometimes it is hard to reveal it
In the piles of texts on crossroads
Of the vast country such as i-net...
Net is catching, and spelling, and ...
The bridge to the other side of the earth is great.
So great, that nobody could embrace its whole state.
Its state on the round, so round earth.
The earth that is moving in outer space forth
And space is eternal, eternal, eternal and both.
And both of the edges of bridge built by thought
By thought of two points somewhere in heavens.
In heavens which could be on earth or elswhere...