I am the Chronicler Violapower. My thoughts I can freely share here; my knowledge and critique of books and poetry are open for your perusal. My wit and vocabulary I shall have no qualms displaying, and so with these words do I welcome you to a haven, a sanctum for the literate, the like-minded, and the weary whose only solace is in books. May you read, reimagine, rejoice, and return often.
I leave you with these words- Latin, as per the name of my site.
Nunquam non paratus ad futuro.
Never be unprepared for the future.
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The sky's clouded over. The stars are all hiding tonight.
There are entire worlds beyond the clouds. And they are there,
though we can't see them. But when the clouds finally clear away...
the night sky is all that's left. The light-speckled cover of darkness,
and the moon that shines like a memory of the sunset. And dreams.
Those glimmering rays of hope so inspired by the stars, and so far away
in space and time. And in the clarity, in the perspective of
all the universe watching... we begin to dream.
There are entire worlds beyond the clouds. And they are there,
though we can't see them. But when the clouds finally clear away...
the night sky is all that's left. The light-speckled cover of darkness,
and the moon that shines like a memory of the sunset. And dreams.
Those glimmering rays of hope so inspired by the stars, and so far away
in space and time. And in the clarity, in the perspective of
all the universe watching... we begin to dream.
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