Violets in Autumn

By Daniel Koonce

This is a story of how every mirror is the pearl of the soul through trials to find love like a child with the rarest pearl. To fly through the eyes of my heart's journey and the pains of romance contained in purple flowers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: TOPLINK PUBLISHING, LLC
• Release date: Aug 14, 2017
• ISBN: 9781947620544

Daniel Koonce

Daniel Koonce was born in 1976 in Bluffdale, Utah. He grew up in a family of eight siblings and has a twin brother. The single father to five girls who he is very proud of. He has spent his life caring for these girls, while working 40 hour weeks. He is a man of intellectual mind and deep thought who pours his heart into everything he does. He spends his free time writing and enjoying the company of others. He currently lives in Sandy, Utah.

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Violets in Autumn

Daniel J Koonce

Copyright © 2017 by Daniel J Koonce.

HARDBACK: 978-1-947620-53-7

PAPERBACK: 978-1-947620-52-0

EBOOK: 978-1-947620-54-4

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I would like to dedicate this book to my past, for giving me the angel that I may have never known. I cherish these times it has introduced me to the angel of my future. With whom I will always cherish Desiring to be by her side until my last day. My family, for always being there. Waiting for a bright future to unfold an amazing journey I will share and will never forget all of the blessings that have come my way. Here’s to the Future for everything, that I will always love.

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The sign of the Taurus

In my rage swimming in red. The trees have fallen flowers will grow in their place. In the pursuit of happiness Satan showed his craftiness. Life In Motion filled with the air in my lungs. 20 year Abyss surrounded by dead fish. Take the keys to my crazy wagon Carriage of honor, a mad corpse, in a sea of Madness. Courage of hopes final regard. Time Lost at sea searching for the great white on the sea of Madness. A feather boat carrying two midnight without the Sun, Eternal snowflake. In a hall of idiots I saught my fame. a colorful room with everyone but myself to blame. A lovely Place covered in my tortoise shell countenance void. Simple Choice, Hollow View Melancholys review Clarity in green. Hell standing in a crowd, while nobody is around extended to a cold flesh. Waiting for the sun to shine. To be alone, pain when no one is left. Giving everything, swallowed grief. Double blades, I can’t feel my feet, yet the sun still sleeps. In the Moonlight as my back bleeds I can hear you breathe. As dust settles on my face, left Without a Trace. Tin Man’s courage you kept next to me while you slept. Fill the jar, sour bitter milk. The Sun, never bright enough. In the Moonlight, saught treasure from a distant Island. Happiness, bottle of rum a single shot. Now that’s all you’ve got. Someday the numbness finally sinking in. Diamonds for paper stones carried on your brittle bones. Cry Wolf wolf where is my beauty. Please tell me I am pretty, it makes me feel comfortable. But at last very forgettable. Happinesses scent has left you rent. Yet little birds still fly south knowing their season even through treason. Used to be the candle that I could handle. The Sheep always knows the wolf. Lights Out it’s past midnight. Black cloud no longer covers sunlight Heavens little birds always knew the season. Cloaked by the devil Scent a Wolfs new birth. And will always be Hollow from within. All my time wasted chasing your scent. Warm soft cotton now sheep’s clothing. I wish I had passed on the devil’s helmet. The Chalice of sheeps blood belongs to you. Drinking the devil’s grapes, seeds from the pit finally pulled you down. Deception dripping from your lips. Life is grand now that you are not around.

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wansome son

A corpius tell of when my life became hell. death left its empty shell, swallowed by the emptiness inside, not surpassed. An Angel departed the day you were lost such pain at a great cost. An empty place the size for 2 how I greatly miss you. All the joy we shared not a care in the world your smile lit up the room bub bup truck vroom vroom. Someday when I get my wings I will fly to you. Dampened fuse you lite the wick in this darkened room, Special places for your many faces, oh how I miss you. Little dragon flew away leaving a scorched heart, Counting the days since your depart. Now you are big enough to fill the space