Songs of Life
Stirring the Ashes of Passion
I have stirred the ashes long enough.
No more passion or desire remains.
I must share the warmth of another's fire.
My embers have grown cold with winters reign.
There is a chill that permeates my reason,
As my love and desires come to grips.
With truth I have entered the final season,
Where my arrogant youth has slipped.
Will a bell toll once to announce my age passing,
Or maybe twice, to loudly emphasize,
That my youth was a fleeting feat of fancy,
That time and age forced me to realize.
Artwork by Gris
Music from the movie 'Mahogany'
Page by Ekatherina Michon
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By RCPollitz (About RCPollitz)
© 2002 RCPollitz (All rights reserved)
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Stirring the Ashes of Passion
Stirring the Ashes of Passion
