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Lit by smiles
and sweet laughter
I hear when I close my eyes
By the soft touch
Of loving hands
That still tingle
like electric current on my skin
By kisses
That took my breath away
and left me breathless
By endless talks
Of hopes and dreams
I carry with me
My soul burns with a passion
That can not
Should not
Be extinguished
It is not what I have
That kindles the fire
I have nothing
It is the memory of those things
And the promise of their renewal
That drives me




      • Mmm… yes and no. I understand, but at the same time it raises so many questions. I think, bottom line is your passion is a gift that you have managed to unwrap and now you nourish it and love it to keep it alive. How’s that for an interpretation?

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