If your soul
is or was stolen
-time will tell how you are related to
your fancy beloved built in soul-
what would you do?
you cry in the street
to anyone you meet:
''Oh my gosh! ''
''Oh my gosh! ''
''I lost my my soul? ''
or you make a secure plan
to secured back?
or you will look for a revenge
by stealing someone else soul
in a random desperate act?
or you wish and pray for
whom and who may and will find it
and hope one will turn it back without
triggering
his desire for wealthy possessiveness.
or simply you give up on your stolen soul.
or simply you start from scratch?
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem