Desire
Of understanding words
But most don't, as if they lived
In distant separate worlds
The first are sure, that pretty much
Is routine venom's spoil
The second think: when earth they touch
They make it Paradise soil.
And they are happier, than the first
And boast it aloud
For strange they have no piercing thirst
And therefore are proud.
The first... they cannot just forget
The flame of star, abyss of fire
And close to stars they wish to get
Or die from this desire!
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Or die from this desire!" - В самую точку!
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