
One should always be on a bender.
In this all: this is the only task.
In order not to feel the horrible load time,
which weighs on our shoulders and bends us to the ground,
Than?
Wine, poetry or truth - anything.
And if sometimes,
on the steps of the palace,
on the grass by the roadside,
in the gloomy solitude of your room,
you will feel,
awakening that drunkenness already diminished or disappeared,
try asking the wind in waves,
the star,
the bird,
in hours,
from all that running,
everything that is groaning,
everything that is rolling,
in everything that sings,
everything that speaks, - ask what time it is;
wind and wave,
and the star,
and the bird,
and the clock will answer you: "Time #intoxicated!
In order not to be a slave to the suffering of the Times,
Wine, poetry or truth - anything! "
Intoxicating poem thanks
Nice @breathe3000
Shot you an Upvote :)
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