Ants and lions

12 Jan 2008

·vyampol

An industrious ant, buried under a stick that weighs fifty times his own weight, drags that stick to his nest - no distress, discontent, never questioning his purpose-fate. An unkempt aging lion, used to being a king fighting for his abode every day, watches youngsters depart with his lioness and cubs, never questioning his world's decay. They accept life as is, taking in good and bad, not expecting much: ignorance – bliss? What a difference from our forlorn, frenzied kind always questioning, never in peace!

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I was raised in Russia and moved to the States at the tender age of 16. Been writing poetry since I was 11 years old. It is my favorite way of spending time:)

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