Without Passion
What passion that lies before
Has drowned the truth offshore
Written heart, carved in blood
The spoken word is a flood
The written word is an earthquake
What passion is in doth shake
Lies in permanent form, carved in stone
Shakes the core, shakes the bone
Feel the rhythm in the hands
The fierce artificer
Dead without passionate plans
Now they’ll frolic wiser
Copyright © Tim B | Year Posted 2013
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