Persephone
The conclave efflorescence
Within a verdant equinox
Dancing in the fiery heat
Fictitious to Our Glass clocks.
And in this angelic indifference
A turbulent serenity is generated and
In the heart of this illustrious image,
The smallest stem stretches grand.
A gathering of flowers
A “stronghold” on powers
A sanctuary on grass
And immunity to showers
My dearest Persephone,
My longest desire,
My inner-most fear,
My heart you inspire,
Ring-around-the-rosy
The fields are cramped and cozy.
The passion plays
In these bouquets
The flowers blossom
The flowers wither
And grow in green and gray.
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