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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