snow,
again.
I suppose Demeter is upset,
Persephone isn't back yet.
Hades told her they'd come,
And so bloomed the cherry plum,
But Hades didn't show.
and now,
snow.
snow again
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Greek Tragedies
oh Icarus, you poor thing.
fell in love with the sun, the sky-
paid the price, i suppose.why do we always pay the price for love?
Orpheus, lonesome poet,
lost his love because he wanted to tell her they'd made it. -
Where I Keep My Heart
In my attic I keep my heart.
I hold it there, safe amidst pillows, blankets and childhood stuffed animals.
When I make things, I break off a piece of my heart,
and sew it into pillows, -
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