This passion is trying
to ignite.
It's flickering like
my dying sight.
The rainfall starts out
kind of frail.
Showering
the nightingale.
Both delicate like
white eyelet lace.
Yet strong like my savior's
saving grace.
It can't be captured
like butterflies.
Though sometimes weak,
it never dies.
to ignite.
It's flickering like
my dying sight.
The rainfall starts out
kind of frail.
Showering
the nightingale.
Both delicate like
white eyelet lace.
Yet strong like my savior's
saving grace.
It can't be captured
like butterflies.
Though sometimes weak,
it never dies.




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