Poems of Lyudmila Purgina
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...