My Soul Poem by Curtis Litton

My Soul



My soul moves like that of a phoenix afire
waiting to be reborn
My soul dreams for release from its captives
and to taste fresh water in a new land
My soul smells and feels like a forgotten animal
waiting to be remembered
My soul has been seen crawling from the depths of hell and
descending the tallest mountains

Friday, August 21, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: animal,forgotten,mountains
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