Tag: persephone
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[underworld]
They told her darkness was a curse—A tomb where tender things grow worse.But when she sank beneath the ground,It wasn’t death that she had found. The quiet wrapped her like a song,A place where she could rest, belong.No prying sun to bare her pain—The dark became her soft refrain. She learned to love the velvet…
amelia james poetry
Amelia James Poetry 