Hymn to Persephone
The silence,
it is a divine waiting
a waiting that survived the seasons,
like a tree,
who notices the flowers of the leaves,
and their maturity in autumn, with serenity,
to see how this same leaves,
be taken away
by gentle halcyon winds
so it was, when I,
seeing your beauty,
sensed a touch of eternity.
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