BEAUTY OF THE SOUL

Posted: June 29, 2014 in My Poetry!
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Where the beauty of the spirit,

meets the beauty of the bones,

is the juncture of the soul to the rapturous music within.

The essence of me is of a peculiar kind,

while the folks are blind.

Blind to the tautness of my alive corse.

I wish my spirit be liberated,

and vindicated,

from the orbit of the vicious vision;

That is my mission,

won’t acquiesce in submission.

Now, the spirit is free –

and so is me!

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