Sunday, 23 August 2015

Passion

Passion, red and hot;
driving me mad;
making me crave
for soaring heights

Emotions within me;
sometimes postive;
sometimes negative;
make me fly high
or fall down the sky

The climb is hard;
everyone says;
maybe they are fearful;
or wary of my success;

The distance is long;
not very long;
but filled with blocks;
stopping me;
every time I step forward

Life is difficult;
like bed of thorns
pricking every time
I step on them

I don't give up;
I can't give up;
I am up already;
fearless of falling
while my passion
stays strong


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