There is no wisdom obtain,
Alone.
Or stranded on an island,
One may condone.
Some may wish to try this.
Perhaps self inflicting it.
But a thirst is quenched...
To nourish what is missing.
An absence,
Does not stop the hunger.
Once a taste has been satisfied...
There will be a longing for more.
And a craving to explore,
A temptation presented...
Can not be ignored.
Not if it is there to tease.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem