The scar in me comes
From your purple refusal
Wish it away I dare
Burn it all into a funeral
It will breathe hopes again
After the purple fire
Haunting me with love
Possessing me with desire
Wish it away I dare you
Immerse it into your purple dreams
As soon your conscience awakes
It is not as beautiful as it seems
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem