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One day until Winter must relinquish its grasp.
Now is red burning, red flames, red ash
Like a Phoenix rebirth;
Spring will return
And colour and life
seep back to the earth.
The sweet scent of narcissus foretells her coming home,
like the sound of distant footsteps.
I need no longer be alone.
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The Colour Of Pomegranates
PoetryA Poem For Three Voices The so-called 'Rape of Persephone' Her anguished mother or angry lover; where does Persephone's loyalty lie?
