Passion

We are slaves to it. Passion. It is who we are. We answer its call, fulfilling our deepest dreams. Embracing even the pain.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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La France Avatar
August 22, 2010 at 3:53 PM
I think this tanka is just lovely, wonderful emotions expressed.. soup mail in a minute~~
Sweetheart Avatar
August 21, 2010 at 3:00 PM
No truer words were written Paula especially in Italy ..this country is full of passion in everything they do..eat, dance, party, love, even Church is passionate to them.. so a great poem to read on my wedding day ..luv.. ciao..
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August 21, 2010 at 9:08 AM
Excellent thoughts on passion. I agree -- we do become its slaves. The heart is so vulnerable to temptation. Well done! Love, Carolyn
Neels Avatar
August 21, 2010 at 5:33 AM
Awesome wisdom Paula, sometimes we are in denial of that fact.. Enjoy your weekend, love Wilma
Roberts Avatar
August 20, 2010 at 11:16 PM
wonderful poem
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August 20, 2010 at 9:42 PM
Paula, your are so right we are slaves to the eyes and thoughts of passion, enjoyed,..p.d.
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