A mountain's peak made of granite and bone
Has brilliance on frozen top
At matter very source
A solid way - to make it all alone
To get through it with you - that is much worth
My personal Pompey should be proud
Of having me as hostage for it's maze
Spontaneously growing from the ground
Without an end
And no big gate to chase
So better scud across with me my friend
Or Someone
Who would hold the heaven's door
A mountain's peak - too close to stellar hand -
Salute us like you've never done before
To scud above the maze
© Copyright: Евгений Азгирь, 2017
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