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Oleg Vorobyov

Kazakhstan

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Kazakhstan

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Empty, empty!
Look, my brother:
Dust refined
In dazzling cover!

Substitute
"Joie de vivre" -
Man's partaker
And reciever.

Chewing more
Than you can swallow.
But the pill
Is null and hollow.

Brother, yet
You feel elated:
Joie de vivre
Unabated!

But effect
Won't last that long,
And you droop
Thereupon...

Oh, this surrogate
Assayer!
Isn't it your lips
In prayer?

Oleg Vorobyov

Monday, July 2, 2018

Topic(s) of this poem: illusion

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Man needs something high-spirited, and in many cases it is an artificial manufactured state, getting pleasure at all cost sometimes results in disillusionment and change of values, perhaps, reliance on heaven is helpful

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Practicing Poetess 02 July 2018

A true and profound write! :)

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