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I place my ear gently to the golden trumpet
What secrets do you hold?
I heard you whispering
Just as you called to Persephone
Am I distracted by your beauty
Waiting for Hades to snatch me away
Or am I the kidnapper
Of my own destiny?
Narcissus whispers sweetly
‘Don’t be so hard on yourself’
And bobs his yellow head
In the soft, spring breeze.
Published on April 30, 2018 08:05