They Are With Us... Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

And they are with us -
The people, which are not created now.
They fly in the heavens - as the fine white clouds.

But the look of a man - is rather selective,
He sees not the world around attentively.

A Man and his Soul - are the one entity,
Many a time we pass by this truth in vanity.
And the Way is also before us - clear...
But the Destiny is running its ball - in real.

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