Through the night
He sings.
And I listen.
Salty tears
Have dried.
And
Floating among the seaweed
I look up.
Light shines
Through the waves.
It warms me.
It gives me hope.
The night ends
And the music fades.
He finds me
In the crowd.
He offers
A handful of seeds.
I accept.
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Flowers Can Not Grow
Poesia"Here, in this ocean, flowers can not grow." A story of a run away Persephone finding her Hades. All Rights Reserved.
