Passion

I believe that while such embers of the spirit might glow
with nothing more than the breath
of a sweetly whispered word,
they ignite with the song in the melodic voice
heard by many.

Those of true passion outpace consequence…
despite there being no faster way to fail,
or succeed.

And love – love is like a racehorse,
she doesn’t know whether she’s won or lost,
only the exhilaration of running race.

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