The Unreal Worlds Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

On meeting the UNREAL worlds
In the REALITY -
I am confused so...
Both in the daytime, and in the evening...
Where is - the real? ? ?

My flowers doesn't grow in the heaven,
Their seeds are grown up on the Earth.
Their roots live in the belly
Of dear planet - our mother's warmth.
She is tender, yet patient for those,
Who could live with her
In deep peace.
So, is it necessary to hasten? to live...

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In russian:
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