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the story of my soul.
I lost my soul, in a far corner of a little valley,
There were birds and flowers on the way,
But I lost my soul, due to a little folly.
I arrived back to the place where I had left it,
To see my soul in tears.
I held it in my arms,
And it showed me what I had embedded,
Deep into it.
It manifested the tales of my existences,
And told me of a legend,
About this old king in the valley.
To realize in the end,
That it talked about my folly,
And how it had left,
A little part of its self,
In me.
In hope that I would trace him back,
Once I was done,
With all the riches I had to have.
It knew that I would be back,
To pick it up, and carry it,
Across the river.
There were birds and flowers on the way,
But I lost my soul, due to a little folly.
I arrived back to the place where I had left it,
To see my soul in tears.
I held it in my arms,
And it showed me what I had embedded,
Deep into it.
It manifested the tales of my existences,
And told me of a legend,
About this old king in the valley.
To realize in the end,
That it talked about my folly,
And how it had left,
A little part of its self,
In me.
In hope that I would trace him back,
Once I was done,
With all the riches I had to have.
It knew that I would be back,
To pick it up, and carry it,
Across the river.
Published 26th Feb 2013
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