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Jul 2019
Passion has been an elusive being
At least when it comes to me
In exile from my slightest touch
Yearning to be set free
A passionate pursuit of inspiration
An energetic dive without much caution
Yet passion grows more weak and frail
Enclosed within my mind’s own jail
The rage of youth the calm of age
The touch of brute the whisper of sage
Ashes now dwell where fire once raged
Pens without ink on a fresh white page
I wonder will passion return
Where there is calm with fire burn
Can a broken heart somehow ignite
And like lighting to skies bring light
Life without fervor cannot be right
The death of passion is the long night
Junior McIntyre
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Junior McIntyre
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