A tiny coffee-pot to quench my thirst,
Some cigarettes to help my bleeding soul,
The ordinary options, on the whole
Denoting - this pain is not the worst.
And poems’ serenity of line
Bestows me the prize of humble pleasure,
For I am used to, when it comes to leisure,
Confide my grief to paper, not to wine.
Simple joys
© Copyright: Геннадий Мухатдинов, 2005
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