A soul’s a gift that asks for more
Remember that when you set the limits
Of your mind and frames all goals before
Craving infinity and reaching just summits
A soul’s a gift that speaks in errors
Always in time for its own invention
Placed in the halls of broken mirrors
Judging the time of its own detention
A soul’s a gift that wants to be written
Stripping the bounds of earthen mould
It wants to float and stay cloud bitten
And most of all it wants to be found
A soul’s a gift that wants to be bespoken
By souls so close and by distant lives
It cares for its body a heavenly token
Wedded on the altar of human disguise
A soul’s a gift that speaks in every tongue
The secret geometry of milk fed paths
It wants to sing in what’s unsung
And wants to take thin air baths
A soul’s a gift that asks for more
A soul’s a gift for a love to earn
Remember this always before
You’re asked for a soul in return
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A soul always unwritten in eyes, but always sense your heart to feel life...trust on souls...In return you may see..not as soul but what you may feel..._SOul