life struggle
My days are pensive
A body that is always confined
Uncertain thoughts
The soul does not help
Quarrel
When I want to lean on
Need a friend
Not just God
I'm not the core of the earth
That is the foothold
I'm not the core of the earth
Which is every time needed
Want to have sex
From burdensome comfort
Having mind and soul
Not united in taste
Oh nice poem! :)
Sometimes God is not enough and sometimes the Earth is not enough.
We get dizzy being pulled in so many directions.
Thanks for sharing the poem @yliaindra. It is beautiful.
Your welcome
beautiful
Nice one! Do you first write in Russian and then translate?