Persephone
October 17, 2019
She used to love the spring
With its flowers and its rain
There was a man she knew
Like winter
He was cold and bleak
like being curled up by the fireside
He was a wind that cuts through you
Like children catching snowflakes on their tongues
He was trudging through snow up to your hips
Like decorating a Christmas Tree
light flakes drifted to the ground
She hoped for a long winter
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