Open Choice - Poem by Blue Angel
If the imprints of your soul
Can lead your pores to expel love,
Leading a Butterfly’s Last Good-bye:
Success, Power, Free-will, Dream,
Life, Reality, Destine, Fantasy?
What would be its legacy?
How may one teach if not to learn,
How may one share if not expressing,
How may we live if not as humans?
Are we humans with a soul,
Or a soul inside a human?
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