A Point Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

A Point



From a point - a line will go to the hard eternity...
The other line - obliquely - will cross the first one.
And this is - a plane endless, no one
Could imagine its sides, and destiny.
Everything was born out of a small point... But I'm careless...
Where in it was 'I'? My essense? ... the question...

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In russian:
http: //www.stihi.ru/2012/04/02/8881

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