Passion

It carries you away.
It lifts you on a beat.
It sets the world apart,
yet brings many together.
It may not ryme,
but to someone its good.
It may not have a long guitar solo,
but many people love it.
It is found everywere,
but in many different styles.
Not everyone enjoys it,
but eveyone knows it.
Everyonne has tried it once or twice,
but not everyone succeeds at first.
What is this I speak of?
To some people it may be love,
to others it may be writing.
Many believe its art.
Some think its animals.
Every one has thier own passion.
Mine just happens to be music.



Poetry by Valerie
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Written on 2006-10-28 at 04:57

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