The human Soul
The human soul reflects itself,
Alone, apart together rises,
It drops and dies,
And lifts above the skies horizons.
The tears that cry,
With hope and love.
It’s essence true,
If red or blue.
Its a song,
Sung in truth,
And reaches ears deaf.
In love, in life, in death.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 13th, 2025 12:39
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Comments2
A lovely but most unusual pairing of the soul and death that boggles the mind and leaves one to wonder. Nicely done
It means your soul will live after your death. Lol
It means your soul will live after your death. Lol
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