Man who lives in the world
Thinks too much of himself,
Till the time he'd dressed
In ganite with conceit,
Till the time the foliage of brown
Afterwards decorates his "calm quay",
Till the day when his soul leaves
It's old and forgotten throne.
But as flying above his quay
Grus cineria wedge will cry,
He'll just understand that life is a dream
And the Universe' centre isn't he.
2002
A Man about himself
© Copyright: Трофим Квн, 2013
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