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Purity of ones Dream

A crimson day unfolds with sunshine,

Horrid, the creature of hatred creeps around and blocks the sun off gruesome dark rainclouds summon up from the east, counciling,

The mother of purity, caught in endless fury as her child was taken from her, before her very eyes, an eternal spring dream, shatters now,

By her own mistake, she invited prohibited emotions for this creature, The angel of hers she wanted to take under her wing and raise, was now gone, as if it was all an illusion which is lost due time, due evil,

A sea of flowers is blooming, a warmer season has arrived finally, but for her misfortune, her inside remains cold and distant to her grief,

Raging storms within her clouded her mind, she can't even think straigh but to believe, of what a bad mother she must have been to let this happen to her most precious treasure, ah demons of ones past,

Repressing her true feelings gave her headaches, but it was alright because the pain would surely fade, then she could be pure again,

But deep inside she knew that for this child she had given up a part of herself, so maybe things would be different, even if everything returns to its old shape, or rather if everything appeared that way,

Mother Purity would never be the same again, as her daughter faded,

After all, even she is only human.

 

~ Umi

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Written by
UmiofLove
26 / Agender / Germany
Published
Apr 2, 2018
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#loss#death#emotions#grief#depression#clouds#fury#mother#pure#hatred
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