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My name is Passion, soft as a flower, I am the shadow locked in the tower. I am the dust of a hundred years I am the rust made from golden tears. I am the song in the back of your mind A fading vision of the artist gone blind. I am the thought you may overlook I am the clover folded within a book. I will sing to the world with words unheard I will fly around you like a tiny songbird I will laugh, I will cry, I will give you my heart I will love you until the night I part. My name is Passion, small as a tear, Light as the day moon when the sky is clear. I whisper your name while my mind’s asleep and kiss you in dream, then I smile and I weep. Serfinski 6.13.2018
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Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
My name is Passion
My name is Passion, soft as a flower, I am the shadow locked in the tower. I am the dust of a hundred years I am the rust made from golden tears. I am the song in the back of your mind A fading vision of the artist gone blind. I am the thought you may overlook I am the clover folded within a book. I will sing to the world with words unheard I will fly around you like a tiny songbird I will laugh, I will cry, I will give you my heart I will love you until the night I part. My name is Passion, small as a tear, Light as the day moon when the sky is clear. I whisper your name while my mind’s asleep and kiss you in dream, then I smile and I weep. Serfinski 6.13.2018
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karen-elizabeth-serfinski
saint pete florida
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
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