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Click hereStaccatos of light
Sharp Cold
Echoes
The pulse of
Nature
Seeping into
Reality
Betwixt
The tics
Of the hours
As they linger on
Into night
A fury of life
Found
Amidst the last faltering
Steps
Of
Persephone
They are silent now
Left with only
A memory
And the Rhythmic
Lullaby
Of
Rain
This is such a cool poem. I love it but don't have a clue what it means. Go tha cryptic poems.