Snow in Spring (Tomorrow):

Everything’s changing rapidly

I don’t know what’s going to be left of me

Seasons come and go now, I can’t tell the 4 apart

Snow in spring, blooms in the fall

Summer and Winter are lovers after all

Mama told me hold on

One day Persephone hates him

Then she loves Hades again

That is the sense of things

Why don’t you learn Greek?

The code of the sheets, when your on Earth you can roam free

But down there watch your lips and your feet

I can kiss him all day and kill him tomorrow

He may be here now but far off tomorrow

We can make love in the moment yet destroy ourselves tomorrow

Ebb and Flow.

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Poetry Over Anxiety