Marshmallow
Here is a potion, solves it all.
Within a shot from being a marshmallow
Don’t think about the highest call,
To be so ordinary — hell no!
While viscous world surrounds us,
And stairs feel like the foggy clouds,
Let’s walk up to Olympic gods,
With ears full of the graceful sounds.
Then, jump into the sacred flame —
The proper goal for a marshmallow.
This is the love, this is the fame,
This is the end, my dear fellow.
26/11/2022
Copyright © Alex Antonov | Year Posted 2023
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