Passion in Being

Fire within keeps burning, from endless time
Slashing through veils, creating mazes, tending my creations

My passion is always my one Beloved beneath every endeavor
It may be my creation, my own maze, the passion sweetens as deep as it burns

I feel so powerful daring to be so vulnerable at the same time.
Only this way I have a song, a poem, a glass of wine, a possibility that never was before.

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