Passion (Part 1)A Poem by Désiré Desrosiersmy father lost his passion for architecture, he has become materialistic, willing to do anything for money. when I was little, I could see the fire in his eyes. his ambition to be a famous architect, “money didn’t matter” what he told me changed as his eyes dulled, all that is left is tiredness, and regret when will I lose my passion? © 2016 Désiré DesrosiersAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorDésiré DesrosiersBerkeley, CAAboutDésiré Desrosiers is my pseudonym. Just an amateur writing broken sentences. I write my thoughts mostly in free-verse poetry. Perhaps I shall publish some short stories... more..Writing
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