The Straight Road Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

The straight road is lying just before you,
As if the trace of arrow, sent long ago
From a bow, that is now out of view,
Without name in centuries of Logos.

It easier and nicer to take road,
Which is straight, which is having a perspective:
To gain at end of that heavy going
Something so precious for heart and dear.

But life is not like that straight road.
You can't find the direct line in your life.
Even the seeming straight path - have the stones
Beneath, inside it, with the edges sharp.

But may be the straight way will be the runway
To your life-plane into the highest skies.
And the winged creature will raise up to heaven
To look down on Earth, where you had never flied.

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