A Basket

Without passion, without love- what is the point ?

Do we dare to live our lives in fear of one another’s company? Do we compete until we die, without resolution?

Just the other day your hands caressed my face in a gentle manor. Love sending chills in all directions. And yet that feeling is gone so quickly.

The song you played me that I did not know, that lasted forever. Somewhere in time it lives on. But that feeling lives in my mind, it is my offspring. And two days later I have let it die.

Forgotten love sways too soon into the chambers of heart’s kingdom. So keep it alive and nurture the memories. Passion love – no shame, no hate, no problems.

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