Today Poem : PUREST PASSION

Purest Passion

Breath
In
Breath
Out
If in these times of fear
This melancholy waste of hopes,
If in this time of dereliction and dismay,
I yet despair not of our natures, but retain
A more than confidence, the faith that falls,
In all sorrows that's like shadow that weeps
The God's blessing of my life, the gift is yours
You fed my lofty speculations, and in there
For this unease of my heart of ours I find
A never-failing principles of joys as if
it underlie in a tunnel whereby
actually no man can arrive
The dept of purest
Passion