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Spring
Always inviting
Forever there to bring a stop to the cold
Scent mesmerizing, warmth intoxicating
Always wanted, always wished for
Winter
Always wished away
Tries to hold on, tries to steal the warmth
Always whisked away by the warmth of Spring
But always there
Wanting what it can't have
Grasping what can't be reached
Winter
A weapon in the night
Spring
A shield in the light
Always so near
But always destined to be apart
Always inviting
Forever there to bring a stop to the cold
Scent mesmerizing, warmth intoxicating
Always wanted, always wished for
Winter
Always wished away
Tries to hold on, tries to steal the warmth
Always whisked away by the warmth of Spring
But always there
Wanting what it can't have
Grasping what can't be reached
Winter
A weapon in the night
Spring
A shield in the light
Always so near
But always destined to be apart
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Alone
It is quite funny how something simple,
So simple in both nature and action,
Can make you feel so utterly
Alone.
Something simple like
Your friends all having time to be together
But no time to be with you.
Something simple like
Your friends smiling and laughing
While you fight the unhappiness inside you
That they don’t seem to notice.
Something as simple as
Not being invited to a party
Because they “exceeded the limit they could invite.”
Something as simple as
Always following behind, one step away
But as you slow to a stop
They don’t turn to make sure you are still okay.
It is quite angering and upsetting
To alw
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Hades and Persephone (Part 3)
SHE WOKE, BUT COULD NOT TELL IF IT WAS DAY OR NIGHT. It was too dark to decide.
The girl immediately closed her eyes, pulling her limbs in closer to her, wrapping herself in a ball. She was lost. No, she had been taken. And brought to the worst place imaginable.
The Underworld.
She squeezed her eyes tighter, hoping that when she'd open them again, she'd once more be in her meadow, her soft, green, warm meadow filled with flowers.
She didn't need to open her eyes to know she was still far from home.
She began to shiver, and pulled the blankets tighter around her.
Blankets?
Slowly, she opened her eyes. She wa
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Before I knew the inspiration for the artist, I saw it as the barren Winter, always longing the heat of the Spring. So close, yet so far.
Before I knew the inspiration for the artist, I saw it as the barren Winter, always longing the heat of the Spring. So close, yet so far.
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