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My Soul and I
Contributed by
03614
on
Tuesday, 14th September 2004 @ 06:41:34 PM in AEST
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My soul is my self-machine,
whose sentiment is alive.
It is my spirit's frame at my teen,
whose anatomy for me is to survive.
Tears dwells in my eyes,
o'er the only period of my merriment.
My soul rises and with me she cries,
my stand, my ground, my abutment.
Bring me basket full of flowers,
and some honey comb too.
That I may wash off this pain of ours,
like the clear view of morning dew.
Touch me softly once again,
till my figures feels free, real and turns blue.
That I may no more feel our crossing pain,
like that of sleeping pooh in the zoo.
Lend me the passion of thy form,
that my mortality might amend.
To grow an ardent love and to be warm,
and in us, it will endure till the very end.
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03614
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2004-09-14 18:41:34]
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Re: My Soul and I
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by AspenGlow on
Tuesday, 14th September 2004 @ 06:56:58 PM AEST
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very good picture you paint, you must have many colors.
Thank you for sharing. |
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Re: My Soul and I
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by Justalady on
Tuesday, 14th September 2004 @ 07:13:58 PM AEST
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| That trip within does indeed reveal the soul. One needs to re-read this to grasp some of the meaning, but self revealation is shown. June |
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