The jealousy of Proserpine

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The jealousy of Proserpine

© Ferrer Joey Palomar Fesico




Clouds of orange and green, all seen.

This top finds nothing for an ending; A flight for all what's been.

Proserpine is nowhere, her wraths seem all at deem; Zeus,

enjoyed all these lovers floating as they sing.

Harps all lovely, lire merged; all music; everything make sense

The heavens soaring all kinds of theme, surely a dream.



All souls listened and cling; for this harps ding a dream.

Minerva is awakened, delighted and more; All prolonged.

Blue skies all smile with colored clouds Olympus swings.

Oh what is there, all amazing, likewise nothing is compared.

For every heart that is longing, tired and heavy, "this is heaven!"

"Be here! one said. "No fear!"



A pinch!; This is not dreaming; Doubting, that's the fear.

One soul comprehends all the pain, But he doubts what's there seen.

"this is too good to be true", where I lived isn't so.

Another soul whispered and said, "be quiet, don't lose this event."

As another grip a hand; "love it!" a LOVE guide a help.

What a lovely world!, "No one seems untrue!'



The day leaves no room to vanish, Vail what's untrue;

"We are here! said one as lovely and sweet as she greets.

"Have a song, hear me sing!" No toad to be told.

The time is real, unending; But ...

Proserpine is a goddess, while can't sing, she's there too.

"This wavering unending!" reacted Proserpine.



"One soul shouldn't be here!", "His heart incomplete!"

Zeus turn an eye, all is shut, all the tryst halted, just stopped.

As one soul tried and hid; To this light what recant?

Zeus on the set, no react. "Neglect? Is your heart not complete?

No one there knows who invite, But there he is as a guest.

How did this happen? How this soul slip their best guards?



In one's longing, oh the sad; Zeus is the culprit, Whose to guard?

It's been ages, "Oh the agony"; "These seconds steal couldn't be bad"

Zeus heart is not that hard, "His heart's crying, make it stop!"

While all consented; Proserpine was the last.

"This is it, at last!" "my moment to wrath!

The sickle blowhard ...



"Is there no peace?" Tired of its quest.

The titanium cuts a light, his eyes received a blinding bright.

His dreaming all abrupt, Awakened!... "Why is heaven all that hard?"

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