Every Grain Of Sand - Poem by Lyudmila Purgina
Every grain of sand in microscope
When you use the eyes of own
They unite in dust, and surely
Lose the perfection of the little crystals...
And many a grain - make the dunes in a vast desert,
And you'll climb them, being drained by thirst, thinking
All about the hot sun above your head...
Only in midnight, when sun is gone -
You may remember about the beautiful music tone,
Which were made by millions of grains of sand,
Singing, while under wind forward they race.
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