Lyudmila Purgina

Freshman - 678 Points (Russian Federation)

The Anthill Of Thoughts - Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

I can't change and can't ruffle
That anthill, where my memories do live.
Here - before my eyes - they are going
In one line, as in cinema - a film.
Settling myself at the fat Queen of Thought,
I begin my way between the passes in twig's loads...
My memories from my ant-life are going
In mind without smell or words...

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 21, 2012

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