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Passion Poem

  • Ian Ward
  • Sep 19, 2025
  • 1 min read

Passion is not a last-minute animal.


Passion is long-winded as a tornado.


Passion takes time as a plant grows.


Passion builds over years as rage.


Passion holds firm as steel.


Passion enflames as wildfire.


Passion falls away as a cliff on the ocean.


Passion fights for life as cougars.


Passion dies as supernovae.


Passion is not a last-minute animal.

 
 
 

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