The sweetest piece of cake
is somewhere rather deep.
We think we are awake,
but actually we sleep.
We seek for pure love
like poets seek for rhyme,
but often find just laugh,
indifference or cry.
All that cannot be done
as well can't be expressed
in our mother tongue.
On Earth a man's a guest.
Eternity's unknown.
A moment's lost in time.
And living on your own
remember souls don't die.
The sweetest piece of cake
© Copyright: Максим Вьюгин, 2017
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