sometimes I find my soul spread bare
singing to the breathless air
sometimes I find my soul stretched thin
screaming and screeching a harrowing din
sometimes I find my soul bared wide
gulping and gasping everything inside
then sometimes I find my soul at peace
when all of the clamors in my heart beat cease
yet still again there is a soul at rest
and this is when I love the world best
Thursday, April 29, 2010
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