First Passion
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me poet yeps poet
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Passionate love
pierces from within
like a sword of Hercules
and
when it penetrates
think of him/her
who accepts it as a sin
but
is happy really
as passion is love and lust
an admixture
you call yourselves poets
yet feel shy
to accept the force
both initially
before a child is created
and
when it forces itself
out of the tightest
darkened valley
makes any mom yell
and
the mountains echo
then suddenly subsides
The loudliness
into a mellow
no echo
smiles only
as the new born
criesfor milk
my mommy
she has a tear of joy
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