Many people tried to reach it,
To appropriate, to pitch it.
Though it had a mind of its own.
Many rivers there had dried, flown…
Hero, playing with a dragon,
To a star you hitched your wagon,
To Ambrosia that’s forgotten,
To which every way’s been molten
By salvo of raging fire,
Mixed of ‘no’ merciless choir…
No one ever could locate it.
Maybe, quest was complicated…
Still it’s hanging in the air,
Wondering if there’s somewhere
Someone who is worthy, merit…
This eternal life to share it,
Breathing it with such a person,
Very vital, perfect version.
16.04.2018
Ambrosia
© Copyright: Анна Грудинина Ли, 2018
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