The Passion Died Poem by Rasheed Alqahas

The passion died
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the passion died, you never been my inspire.
You never have been the spring of inspiration for my poems at all.

You never have been the love and dreams waterfall.

You haven't been the dream that I watching through the horizons all my dreaming days and you were not the nimbus and rain clouds hail.
The love gardens inside my soul had been dried.
The love gardens complaining from waves and winds who tears my chords inside.
How many streams I was hoping to be filling by love, nothing remains, except of hurricanes ashes and dying sound.
What can say in the moments of sad?
Were my tears tearing me when I fall to ground?