Today I`m sad; yes sad, my eyes did imply.
The heart can`t see; it`s true hidden it lives.
On human vision his love must rely.
My eyes quite spoke, her beauty one that gives.
It was not so; she was a thorn inside,
And poor my heart that followed my eyes` mood.
Now my emotions in my deeps collide,
And with a tear my error I conclude.
One has no eyes, trust what, my friend, the ear?
The voice deceives in crueller ways than sight.
The heart has pain in every instance near.
I say, “Poor heart,” and feel it pain not right.
Who eyed a female with beauty outside
And did not have a heart that took her side.
End of the poem
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- A Civil War by Satish Verma
- Алексей Николаевич Толстой – Семик
- Владимир Костров – Мы на тяге ракетной берёзовых дров
- Never Again by Stevie Smith
- Вера Полозкова – Или, к примеру, стоял какой-нибудь
- Crapulous Impression poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
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- He Made This Screen by Marianne Moore
- What We Leave Behind by Robert Saltzman
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
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).
