Barbara A. McCormick

(Johnston, Rhode Island)

Soul

As we wander from reality,
We can see the motion of a vision set free,
To such unique concept refined,
The soul surrenders deeply
We are all prisoners to the heart and mind
Surging through emotions potent enough to blind
For the moment we capture impulsive insight
As we slip away from pressures confined,
Aware of thoughts colliding, colors day or night

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