![]() The SoulA Poem by Color of the IrisIt's a perfection that the soul initially yearns for
But instead, it's left blinded in the form of an only conscience Sleeping inside a small, weak, and almost helpless body With a short span of time, in which most call a life The body can only live so long, though the soul can never die But as long as it remains on earth, it shall never be content The soul is a symbol of freedom, as well as confinement You would think of happiness when you hear of the soul But actually when thought through, it's very painful A wonderful creature, locked away in a bone cage Though it shows to you in appearance, the soul can never age And is cursed to be your shadow until the day you die The soul is the breath of your only conscience And is the pulse of your mental, and emotional heart You don't know it physically, because you can't feel it most times But it is with your soul, that your mind works with your heart Without this wonderful, and magnificent combination Life would have no beginning for itself as we all can speak it now © 2010 Color of the IrisAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on November 29, 2010 Last Updated on November 29, 2010 Author![]() Color of the IrisA Nemesis StarAboutMy world needs no explaining. If you should need to make an assumption about me, look to my writing. All of your answers will lie there. If you have any specific questions, message me. Have a wond.. more..Writing
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