All it takes is one small slice
One small dice,
And one small pinch.
Such a small thing can be relaxing,
Can be easing,
And can be foreseen.
The only thing between this paradise and reality is seven layers,
The memories,
And the people left behind.
So the choice in the end will depend on.......me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem