Persephone
Summer's come and you are homeFall arrives and sweeps you below
In winter's chill your pain is worst
Spring's arrival breaks your curse
Persephone
Summer's come and you are homeIf I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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Sadness | 0 | 09/10/2009 |
Mercury | 0 | 09/10/2009 |
Persephone | 0 | 09/10/2009 |
Lovesick Clown | 0 | 09/10/2009 |
Ragdoll | 0 | 06/25/2009 |
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