Water,
Air,
Fire,
and Earth.The elements
who completed the world.
The essences
of the universe.Imagine all of them,
in a body of a mortal.
How all of them,
would possess a soul of a man.And how
he came
and saved me
from hell.Extinguished the fire that burned me.
Ripped the tide that drowned me.
Stopped the tornado that hit me.
Dug me out of the earth that buried me.He saved me.
He helped me.
He's an angel who sent from above.
He's my miracle.I was relieved,
as I got out
and survived
from the Tartarus.I escaped
the area
of Hades.I felt freedom
and sure wouldn't come back
like Persephone did
to Hades.I felt joy
and sure wouldn't look back
like Orpheus did
to Eurydice.I felt alive.
I felt fully free
Because of that mortal.
Because of him.ーthe rain, 17:41 p.m.
not orpheus, nor persephone.
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Jung and The Flower
PoetryHow the wilted flower meets the rain. ー The rain poured down its stories to the dried-wilted flower.