Passion
The esoteric feeling that only few discover
Precious and inimitable in makeup
Framed with an impetus like a bolt shot straight from Zeus’
hand
Passion can also be an angelic tide of euphoria accompanied with a stream
of zest
It makes its presence noticed and its
absence felt
A palpable atmosphere that is created only for certain brand
Lotus eaters and cavaliers feel aloof in this keen realm
Cynics know better than to step foot on this balcony
Wolves in sheep clothing tremble a day spent in our shoes
There is no teetering in this life
You’re either in
or a pariah
Passion is an unflinching sacrifice that raises their head
like a cobra
Attacking at each and every opportunity that bolsters its conducive
future
This is the compass to our ship
Passion is not a noun
It’s our sub conscious
But this inner voice isn’t covered in all white with an
incandescent halo
It's an intuitive mindset coated in red
Passion is my garden of Eden and I'm the only Adam in it
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