My Soul

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Like a dark gloom fell down
From the cosmic bright sky,
Death is the next phase of Life;
A change of dress, a disrobing;
A birth into the unborn again;
Beginning where we ended;
Opening where we closed;
It is a crossroad of Eternity;
A giving up of everything,
to hold again for nothing.
The end of the unreal,
And the beginning of the real
Carry me on your shoulders
Let me enjoy  the touch
My obsession and pleasure now on
is to be tight on your cold lips
Entrusting my body on you
Love is so kind and not blind
My soul is being scattered everywhere !

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BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI