To Move Your Hand... Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

To move your hand from light to dark
And feel the cold of a whole universe...
I'm plodding over the grey asphalt...
I've slipped up over asphalt in cold.
It is grey... But yet ice is transparent
Over the unpeeled asphalt.
It - has become dark, cold, this ice,
Which was all covered with a dust...
To clean the ice... to reach the edge of sky,
That can't reflect in the piles of dirty ice...
And hand pines in the cold darkness.
I can bring palm - to fire. From cold of skies -
To bonfire, to the glow of a sunrise...
To move my hand - there a silent forest...
To close my eyes - to breathe an air swallow...
Open my eyes - the magic world is here! Now!