This is the song of my soul, a cry to fill my soul, and to walk in a conscious sole

THE SONG OF MY SOUL

As white as snow 
Closely behind the Winter's plates I follow
The river's songs silently flow
In my heart; a body of gold

O mother Nature, breastfeed me with beauty!
Flood the mouth of my soul, yet refreshing
Let my defense be a nemesis
Show me the revelation of my genesis

Change my time for good
Great would explain my days soon
Life to touch requires no effort
Yet, death to touch requires much effort

Comments

  1. Really interesting. I get the concept

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  2. that's good boss... your thoughts are never blatant too

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