It's A Pity... Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

It's a pity... The man has passed away...
He has gone, and has burned - as a buttetfly...
And only his wings trembled
Before the Flame of great Transition.
Transformation into the strange Eternal...
You may cry, groan, moan -
But how you could become eternal?
How could you become immortal
In this world of varying images?
It is impossible. And this gift - a gift of life
We try to spend as fast as possible...
Because the butterfly, after fly,
Will surely lose her wings...
Her inner flame of life will go down,
And she will fall
From lack of power...

The flame-butterfly suddenly
Will be extinguished
From the wind of no-life...
And we, alive, will be tormented
By our wish to know:
Why, Where from, Where to? ..
Where? ..

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In russian:
http: //www.stihi.ru/2012/04/03/6809