Passions & Reality

Soaked in emotions I write

Overwhelmed by passions

Like a flame burst out afresh

Like rain falling so gracefully

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Maybe it is something new

Maybe not.

Maybe it is only my fantasy

Maybe not.

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The world calls me a fool

But they are nothing

but a tool

Of mankind's enemy

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And as I sit here and wait

Longing for it to come

The echoes of angels

That will never come

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Fantasy? Myth? Foolishness?

I don't know

I'm searching as well

What is it

That haunts these pages