So much passion is bottled up

Waiting to escape

It is stored in my laughter

And it hangs on my words

Sometimes it’s offered as the seat within

Pushing and differentiating complete tales

The strength comes when I behold

Of what spills into my plain

Offering the green hills

And something  that thrills

My aptitude

Forgiveness comes

When I’m carried into

It’s depth

Clearing me of my dismay

And never cheating my day

 it’s attached to my soul

And it always leave me wanting more


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