The Scene Poem by Lyudmila Purgina
The Scene
The crowd of identical faces
Is looking on us, when we're staying
On the scene, and the flashlights as grace
Are bursting on walls as if playing.
We play in life for a fun,
We're tempted by a sacred illusion.
As flies we are dancing one time,
One moment, but so beautiful.
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Sunday, March 25, 2012
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