Lying Under The Passion (Poem)

 Where my passion lies

Cries, where my passion flies

Lying under the passion with tears 

My mission blur' by fears

With a fall, my wake up call made a ball

To hit the goal, through the wall

Lying under the passion

Inside my passion, my vision lies

Never a duplication, but forever a selection

For the creation of my version

A dial to be tall to my dreams

As I dwarf my fears

The more I cry, I fly

The more I fly, I ply

The more I ply, I try

But to try is the tie

For, to fly above my dream is never a cry

But a try into reality to always stay high

Open-ended I stay in hope

To play close-ended to doubts

Framed Lessons

 

Little drops of appreciation 

Never crops into depreciation 

You read again, 

 Again, read you

As the count of one's blessings is to be named, 

The amount of life's lessons is to be framed 

As mistakes of now take a mis' when corrected, 

Takes with no mis' could be a mistake reserved for the future

Akin to the strength of a rod to steer the pod, 

These words are cords to nod motivation into your eardrums.

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