Lyudmila Purgina Poems
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I Am Reading And Reading...
I am reading and reading and reading,
I am searching for truth in the words...
They are different: some of them chilling,
Some are pretty, the other are cold.
Some are flying so high in the heavens,
Others are making rough common work
With a man, who just use in affairs
Simple words, and, the next, complex words.
All the words have their own great meaning,
And the second, the third meaning also...
And sometimes it is hard to reveal it
In the piles of texts on crossroads
Of the vast country such as i-net...
Net is catching, and spelling, and ...
The pen is only the instrument
For me to open the door
To other Worlds, that I sincerely
Try to reflect and save in store
Of words and letters,
The soul matter...