Passion - Poem by Sierra Pepper
Somewhere in my long existence is a passion that was lost
I remember I was warm, hot at times. A Beautiful flaming flower which could blossom, smolder and burn with the purest of emotions.
It was an Effortless beauty that spoke freely in it's own way...
Through my eyes it showed truth unbridled
my touch a love so sincere accommodating and adoring
and my lips and voice wonderful songs flowed with tales sometimes wisdom,
I guess that was left to the opinion of the listener at any given moment
It was a beautiful passion... that has now been found
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