Where is the light
that binds us all
where is the passion
that deepens our soul
the fire that warms
my heart
no longer
is it lit.
Wherever once was lit
now extinguished.
I long for that fire
and however it was made,
I try to make it work
to light it once more.
But the passion
seems yet
to leave
to linger
is to live
to leave
is to be dust
in the wind
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