At hour when even quiet sound
Of universe's melody is slowly dying away,
She steps on waiting droughty ground
And plays a game which nobody can play.
She walks imponderable with no leaving traces,
She lets the spring in this revolving world.
Breaking the ice of death's embraces
She tells to flowers sweet and tender words.
A new day starts with joyful polyphony
And golden ray of sun's reflecting in her eyes.
All beings praise long awaited Persephone,
She brought them spring, the life that never dies.
Persephone
© Copyright: Павел Самарин, 2019
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