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."
Fading Embers
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.
