Poem -

The Soul

A soul is to its self , 
the divinest of a friend, 
or the most scrutinising spy, 
an enemy could send. 
  
Yet if a soul keeps true to self, 
no wayward can come in stealth, 
a soul is god to its own being, 
and every soul should stood as self be no less in awe
  

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