Some feel it in their heart,
A drum pounding in their chest.
Some get a taste in their mind,
A quiet hum giving them rest.
Sometimes they hear it in their gut,
The flapping wings of a flying Butterfly.
Sometimes they see it with their eyes,
As they look upon a moonlit sky.
For some it burns hotter than the sun.
For others, it breathes colder than Ice.
Some jolt with the strength of hurricane winds.
When He said "It is done!"
There are so many who hear but silence,
The ones who smothers the ember
Be the few whom sings along,
The fearless child, that sparks the fire.
For the presence that makes you feel alive.
Is waiting for you to answer the door.
The spirit in which you thrive,
To consume you with a mighty roar.
🦁
Nadea x
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