Do you know how the soul writes and creates
How it paints and suffers in the days of cruelty
Dispersing itself into a cold rhythm of it senses
The soul in us is the world of purity.

A Sweet word is a soul and the biter taste of bread
It is the smell of life in all human states
Awaken mother that guards our wishes
A soul is the flame dancing in its fate.

Soul is a green grass filed with challenges
The third eye with no tear to shed
It is love and malice to life
Soul is a destiny and happiness in vain.

A Soul is an obsession of created magic
Reality in which dead can rise and speak
Everything that exist in the soul is beautiful
Being always young in the world of meek.

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