Title: the soul
i lay down in the snow, not knowing were to go.
when it comes to these moments i think of my soul, is it wark or is it cold
is it there, was it ever
the snow melts on away on contact, each one unique in its fact
then i think if thats our soul, to be our own.
a smile streches on my face, then i leave with no trace
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