what passion hangs these weights upon my tongue . shakespeare
the passion for life/unseen/unrecognized/denied and forbade. passion never known/never full blown/but solid/and there is passion in these words/however absurd/however heard/in silence it screams/and tears and sings in broken chords
its a passion for the song/strung along by the feet/the beat/and emotion in the grace of the dance/into space/and the look in the eyes/just as blind as a passion/that only sees/just a few degrees/ from itself
in a minute a radian/ a fading gradient/ in this art that is painted/ with its colors faded/ a desire for beauty/ of the stroke that is a story/ untold in the lines/of this passion/ a confession of truth
a confirmation of faith/in the escape of a prayer/asking forgiveness/for the sins of our passion/ and the touch of the skin/sinks deeper within/the heart of a passion/unseen/unrecognized/ but kept alive
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