The Art of Living

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You know, these sky-high heights,
noble impulses, patriotism
are in fact such nausea,
just another escape from happiness,
from the pleasure of living.
In my opinion, it is better to collect herbs,
to dry them in bunches under a roof,
in a shade.
Even dry they would fill the room
with the light of love,
This is the life. 
Meet it, try to love it, to taste it.
It's like tasting rapeseed honey, oily one,
which you put with your tongue to the palate.
This time you don't need neither heroin,  nor LSD.
It's like walking on the sand barefoot for miles of beaches in the South Africa,
and therefore the edge of Earth,
listening to the noise of the Ocean
and  having the sky above your head,
which once rocked you as a child
and now you lull it.
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 © Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2021


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