beats by dre cheap

passion- a thought not a poem

she says:  i love people with passion...who have a passion for something in their lives


and i wonder,
i am become
wan
thin
in
(though inflating right before)

her eyes


"where has the passion gone?"

cliche the question
but has its merit

leaves in fall

fall

the fervour of summer & colours

spent

desiccated

insubstantial

subdued....

they
descend

some in a last dying blaze

many simply attired  to meet their analogously robed

destination:

brown to brown earth.

and so....

i think of the leaves, not yet fallen,
but whose time will come

i think of the leaves,

dropping

now dulled

consumed

am i one with them,

falling

depleted
faded?

i cannot say.

the fires are no longer external:

i show the world nothing.

muted exteriors

masking

what need be only for oneself

my passion?

 what a word.
abused
     filled with
an extroversion
    unrelated
to its truth...

my passion?

my passion is

mine

mine to keep
to
hold
for myself
to
nurture
in
secrecy
to
gently

stoke

its dying
embers

precariously glowing

to give it

hope



fotosypalabras
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11/09/2009 21:36