The Stairway To Heaven Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

Yes, we can't buy the stairway to heaven,
Where the night salute is brightly fusing...
I've never tried to open this way,
My efforts were devoted to the other routes.
Today there are the only dreams about
The miracles of beauty incomparable,
About the euphoria of the eternal pleasure,
About the joy and the perfection finest.
But could it be so now, this time?
Where is the card to paradise?
No, we can't buy the proper stairway...
But, perhaps, we are able to fly away...
To fly upwards to the heavens high...
To cirle there round and round far...
And to think: all is with us - the earth and the sky!

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