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Poetry: Violet Embers
Fireside, snow outside,
The burning wood comforts my aching heart.
The wind strikes a chime
and smoke flies into my eyes,
But i don't care that it stings,
for i am already crying.
Curled up in that chair,
I am hiding from everyone and
everything that disappoint me.
I sit there alone in my thoughts
just like i did as a child,
when everyone ignored my existence.
No matter how hard i tried to please them,
it did nothing to make them see
who... I ...really was.
Age is just a number;
time is just a perception.
Age is maturity and reality is
the imagination of the mind.
It doesn't matter what i say or do,
I will always be
in their eyes.
I am already dying.
Lovely flames blazing blue,
encase this heart,
protect it true...
So i may once trust and love again
one that is worthy too.
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- Black Willow's Crazy Blog; Violet Embers
Violet Embers Poem in correct formatting. If you would like to leave comments on the formatting, they are welcome.
This series describes my perspective an luck of my life but not actual events (just to be clear). So I understand the main character very well as well as the search for justice and truth.
My favorite is the third movie of the series but to understand you must see them all and I prefer this version to the U.S. version. English Subtitles included.
© 2012 Christine Buenemann