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The Soul
Never ending... Never lost
This thing that we have named "The Soul"
Life eternal... Ever tossed
To places yet unknown
Though "understanding" we pretend
We still perceive some fearful end
Yet all our doubts would surely mend
If we could but perceive The Soul

Free of boundaries... Free of tears
Yet "trapped" inside us all ... The Soul
Cloaked in splendor despite years
And still it travels on
But knowing this we somehow grieve
Should one decide it's time to leave
In search of well deserved reprieve
Beyond this tortured world

The Soul

R.M.Baird
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