Land of my soul

With a life long connection, when eyes see through soul. A reflection of my intentions. A vessel that endured to protect its essence. Now and then they compliment each other's existence. As the vessel grows weary and its precious essence cold. They begin to path ways with a slower pace, the race of life leads them a final place.

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

A final resting place beside a Tree where Birds sing
by a River that ripples in quiet Melodies. softly, Pat

[MrBlack202]

Thanks you for your kind words

[Betty Hermelee]

the soul can be the essence of life...it lives within and sometimes connects with other souls during moments of its existence...as the body gets weary over time, so does the soul and both culminate with the land, and new life begins....a lovely piece, thoughtful
thank you for sharing
Warmly, B

[MrBlack202]

Thanks, alot your comment is very much appreciated.

[Betty Hermelee]

You are very welcome!
Warmly
B🌷