As Drops Of Water Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

As drops of water
Down the wall of consciousness
My memoirs are running...
Running down...
After them
There are the curling traces,
The strips after...
Be pleased!
They are gone!
They have left you!
There is the other dreams -
ahead, in front... new...
Only the lasting echo,
Only the incessant rain,
Which consists
Of drops on wall
Of my consciousness...
And the multicolured traces
Seems to be after them...
In slow or fast movement
My memories,
Are so different...

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