The Soul

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The Soul

 The residue of the coal,

The breather of the spirit.

The entity of the soul,

the feel of exquisite.

This flame of exhaustion,

can eat the well being of a family.

This flame of a graveyard,

Is engineer of a new world.

The new world is nothing but,

the enigma of heaven,

The feeling of happiness, Burgeon!

-ADS©

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