Hair, bleached, pale Summer,
Eyes, a Winter blue,
Autumn in your waking scent,
And Springtime aura, too.
Skin of pale ashes,
Lips of embers, red,
Butterflies of midnight black,
Surround your daylight tread.
Persephone, descending,
Beyond the crack of dawn,
Her tongue, touched to forbidden fruit,
Her Summer soul, forlorn.
Her Winter came soon after,
When tears of rage did fly,
Into the ground, they melted, raw,
As hope came round to die.
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This is the first poem I remember writing and it is also one of my favourite out of the ones I've written so I want to share it with you all :). Summer kisses. And winter misses.
Three verses from the song 'Idioms@HingAling' Put the axe to my mind and the grind comes everyday suspicious motives I find at every corner I take, do I relate.....relay the hypothesis, can i trust...
Adonta ta melê Beneath the treetops calling Echo, Echo through your cave Pan or Zeus: your lovers cruel Black on blue A steak disclaimer Back and backward to the blade Papa's failing, Mother's...
When I am gone mourn me not my friends Though Persephone should claim me for her own To toil in Hades gloomiest caverns And now down to her at a corpse-drapped throne, Though the death knell chimes...
Yet here the gentle stillness of the night, Brings back the swelling tide of memory.
Shining ebony hair tumbled in soft ringlets. Glittering sapphire eyes watched the peaceful world go by. Vivid crimson and cerulean dyed her rich toga.
Those golden summer days that passed. Did really seem a dream. When viewed through winters deepest eyes. But the past is nought but evergreen. If seen 'neath troubled skies. So if you feel a pining,.
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