When the passion is gone,
There will either be love and security,
Or a pile of fading embers.
Both are beautiful things,
But one will quickly perish.
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A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
