A Breeze of Passion

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A Breeze of Passion
The air flows over me,
Wrapping me in a shield of warmth.
Guarding me,
Protecting me from the harsh winter.
Leading me to the warmth of spring.

My words leap from the page,
Caught in the flowing air.
Swirling around me.
Bringing my thoughts to life all around me.
Revealing fantasy, dreams, and dark secrets.

My soul burns!
It burns with passions fires!
A new and prevalent power mine hand and mind can scarcely perceive.
Tis the soul of a writer,
and the passion in a gentle breeze.





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