Night Is Time... - Poem by Lyudmila Purgina
Night is time, when the verses are well composed,
Due to power of sun on the other half of the Earth.
Thus the soil from the concrete forms is transformed -
To the common, to mere - thoughts...
Fair thoughts, wonderful, as well,
In the place, where I now dwell,
I create at the comp, at the table...
And my rhymes, merry rhymes I present
To the world... The night darkness prevents
The influence of vanities that...
And opens the sluice of Illusions,
Which are really, surely absent,
Because it is the world of word-fusion,
word-hovering above the Earth...
And the later - amazment of glow
Of the verse of your own... when awoken...
Well, the night is good time for composing...
When day, the people are amazed so strongly... :)
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