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She sang the trot like she owned the narrative,
as if she was singing about her inner most secret.

-The  lady who lost her lover
The place where she met him
The Place with the Camellia flower

It was a place of summer and ray bloomed
while it matched the radiance of the two Paramour
and a reminder of their internal chest thumped in unison

In the street where they first met she stood alone
fatigued with no more breath to give
Many nights shed her tears by the Camellia flowers

Now the flower leave crumbled
The petals showed it's red bruises
and falling like the tear drops

When will the lover come back to her
To the lonely Camellia Flower
When will he come back-

The song ends with a grasp
as this German lady song ends with her whisper
To the Korean Trot song of the past

To the song "Lady Camellia!"
Not to get confused with the 1848 published French Novel "The Lady of the Camellias," or better known for "La Dame Aux Camelias!"

As I was web surfing in youtube, I came across a Korean Talk show, and in it she sang the old Korean pop song genre called Trot! Mesmerized by how well she spoke in Korean, this German lady singing even in Korean old trot song.

I took liberty to translate the lyric the way it seemed to fit perfectly, so I can't take any credits!

Updated notes: After doing several research, there maybe a correlation between the Old Korean trot to the even older French novel! While the music gives more of a story of two lovers and the anguish of the lady, the French novel actually makes the Lady Camellia as a courtesan.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MpmWwvWWXPA
I miss when you were a child you would pretend you were an airplane,
Spread your arms out and run across the backyard like it was the sky
And you were flying over the baseball parks and lake nearby,
Back when your shoes had Velcro straps because you couldn't tie them,
And you took naps every day so you would grow up tall and good.

I miss when you were a child and you weren't always so apprehensive,
You took chances and had faith in your yourself like a bird with its wings,
And tomorrow wasn't even considered
Because today there was so many things to see.
Back when that mushroom haircut wasn't your decision
And mom only allowed you to have sugar free lollipops after the doctors,

Yeah, I miss that so much.

I miss when you were a child.
My brother is turning 22 next week. And this is how I still think of him mostly.
A triangle is the most stable form except in relationships.
How can we describe real emotions
I would guess it would be different for everyone
Poets as our selves may do it through our writings

Could poetry be hiding our emotions from other
or
Expressing or emotions to one’s we don’t know
or is it
Our emotions sometimes flow through words

We some feel emotions from heart ache
or
A death of a loved one
Is that sadness or brief emotions

When and where do we finally find real emotions’
Yes I have had many heart aches and loved ones die
But those emotions fade away

Real Emotions
Can we describe, no
We can only live them

I feel emotions come from real happiness and joy
A real love of life with a great family
They may even come through God

Anger, hate, depression, anxiety, resentment
Is not emotions they are feelings

Feelings you think about
Emotions you don’t

If I am wrong please comment
He leaves the village and takes his bow
and soon in silence his prey he'll know
he'll **** a boar and his family will be fed
life in the margins is that or be dead.
He'll cut the beast down the centre line
give half to his neighbour, he is that kind
this is their way, these people are fair
with their neighbours and friends they always share.
But let us not forget the soul of the boar
He reached into its heart and his then did soar
the beast served its purpose, fed people, went rotten
its soul though was pure, and by Him, not forgotten


©Joe Wilson - All His children... 2014
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