The Small Illusion Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

The small illusion

The small illusion one day
collided with the bigger one.
Bammmm!
The sparkes flied up to heaven!
Ahhhhh!
- Give me back my Illusion!
I wish
to live in it,
to be covered with it!
- I silence keep.
What is the need for your illusion,
brother, sister?
Because of the Illusion's collision
is only a play!
That's the only set
of some spheres and rules...
Well, I've reserved
for you a place...
But...
- My small Illusion
collided with the bigger one!
A plenty of other
flying illusions
have covered my one,
which is so dear to me...
Why do you think,
that the other illusion
is your enemy?
Does this inflated balloon,
or that one,
could eclipse the Great Illusion of Light?
- Yes, they can!
My small illusion is too small...
TOO SMALL...
too small...
How it could be compared
with the other ones, on
being so small?
- Let you make your eyes closed.
Look at your illusion,
caress it tenderly...
Isn't it becoming greater
in the view of the Great Illusion?
Am I lying?
- My small illusion
became just smaller
in the sparkles of silver and gold
of the greater one...
- But it was not me,
who took you to that great illusion!
The pain out of collision of them
only seems to be strong...
However that is not
the single illusion,
you may go, choose another one.
And I'm now busy and have no time...
Look, here's arriving
the other swarm...
Go and be accustomed
with the other illusion...

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In russian
http: //www.stihi.ru/2013/03/05/1473