Why do we wander for it , why this is so illusive
The thing which is known as love the “exclusive” ,
Neither finding it on the earth nor even in the vast blue
Why people claim so tall that it is in their heart’s hue ,
So easy to claim it but it is not that , in easy access
The claiming ego, the true search all these excuses ,
Make it like , it is , just a mirage of some desert land
Always seems so near , but why it stands in the hot sand ,
Why we surrender to things which are just momentous
Why we try to “catch it “ with things , called phallicious .
End of the poem
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- A Message To America
- Владимир Набоков – Ты многого, слишком ты многого хочешь
- Some Say by Mark Miller
- Юнна Мориц – На смерть Джульетты
- Иван Варавва – Мать Кубань
- An Essay on Man in Four Epistles: Epistle 1 poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Михаил Ломоносов – День коронования Великия государыни императрицы Елисаветы Петровны
- Ок Мельникова – Блюз-16
- To The Nightingale poem – John Milton poems
- Олег Бундур – Совет
- Иван Бунин – Норд-ост
- God lay dead in heaven by Stephen Crane
- My Father’s Hats by Mark Irwin
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
