Ambrosia
Ambrosia
Alec Broadway
Out in the false dirt lies some seeds, Watch as they bloom from a stranger’s strange deeds Who is she? How have they came to be? It’s fulfilling, What investment allows one to see Yet I must ask of this, my darling stars, Know that the fruit cannot be grown without their scars Remember that, as it all unravels The price of their curious travels Cruel is the burden of the unknown If never before aware of what was shown
  • Fantasy