Soul
What is a soul?
Can it be captured, or let go?
Tormented and tangible, or
Weightless and unfathomable?
Is It a whispered desire or a shouted
anguish?
Perhaps we’ll never know.
Perhaps we already do.
This poem is about:
Our world
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