If I'm a Poet by no choice of Mine,
who was born where Persephone was Spilt
In the Place where her Petalblooms were Drowned,
I rehearsed by my Memory's own Skill
a Song Keyed to the Cries I learned to Speak
by Imitating her. She was Herself
with me. I was given by her Taking
So she is my Mistress, Madame, Mssr
and she is the Flower-Keeper of Life
united across the World in Dear Love
of Flora that she tended Beautifully
from Strength Original to Full Blossom.
In a Sense, this Same Songlet may be Said
to have been Duplicated in Your Misdeed.
who was born where Persephone was Spilt
In the Place where her Petalblooms were Drowned,
I rehearsed by my Memory's own Skill
a Song Keyed to the Cries I learned to Speak
by Imitating her. She was Herself
with me. I was given by her Taking
So she is my Mistress, Madame, Mssr
and she is the Flower-Keeper of Life
united across the World in Dear Love
of Flora that she tended Beautifully
from Strength Original to Full Blossom.
In a Sense, this Same Songlet may be Said
to have been Duplicated in Your Misdeed.
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