The Crumbs Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

The Crumbs



The crumbs of bread
Are on the table -
The plants are giving
Food for us.
From sun they do recieve
…The energy.
But they are green,
The rose coloured - we.
The white - is sun's light energy.

The step to white
From deepest black -
That's a man,
who was dropped from
the Edem.

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Lyudmila Purgina

Lyudmila Purgina

Russian Federation
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