And Nobody... Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

And nobody will explain
How in your soul inner rain
Is moisturing the essence's plain
Up to the wetland's and bog's state.

But after this rain - burst of tears
Are turning to rust all the gears,
Which moved your ship in this life ocean...
And you are sinking in commotion...

Help! Help! - You cry to nothing...
The ocean is vast... The shore - where does it lie?
The silence in the inner rain
Comes after thunder of disdain
Of youself to youself again.

What's love then? Is it only ray,
Or a broad beam of joy in play,
As fishes, twinkling as the stars
In depth of that wet blue-green flood...

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Answer by Andrey Chekmaryov

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One only ray is not for me, one says.
If life is long and still on goes
Let love be fountains of rays!
Let love with brightness highly spray!
That's wish to which my heart belongs…
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Respectfully

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Me:
Rays... falling down from cosmos onto earth...
gives you blood... out of essence of birth...
Love of your mother once, father - of them both -
takes you in oval of their soul's force...
Then you - in your turn - are giving the blood
to the rays of children, their hearts...
Beating constantly - your heart one time returns
the essence of your birth again to the earth... ;)

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A.Ch.
So all will be finished in one and only one ray...

Grandioso! ! ! !