Passion
flows through me
like high voltage wires.
Regret
serves to insulate
When the shock stuns and tires.
Hope
is the metal
that connects all desires.
Joy
is the fuel
that feeds all my fires.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
Offline) - Published: June 2nd, 2026 19:34
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Comments1
Very nicely done. Well worded and a great metaphor
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