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Wavering Passion
Desire is the root of all suffering.
In shadows, deep my wishes lie,
Desire speaks, a tempting sigh.
From ancient tales to modern woes,
It stirs my heart, but pain it sows.
Each yearning wish that dares to rise,
Comes with a cost, a heavy sigh.
In gardens light, I seek the sweet,
Yet I find myself at sorrow’s feet.
The Greeks warned of hubris’ fall,
Desires’ echo, a haunting call.
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Monday 30th September 2024 3:56 am
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