Soul Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Soul

Her name, if translate
-is "The Soul" or "Breath"
-guess she is rightly named
-look at her, eyes dictate.

Her life is giving life
-pays, invests from life

Her mother, a gone-come
- "Is regained, valuable! "

Soul doesn't say much but
-in her joy as behaves
-can be read without words:
- "God took her and returned! "

Twice dead is revived
-by the knives of surgeons
-many thanks to "Breath"!

Soul is some volcano
-and kindness her Lava
-makes fossil of devils
-in her heart a white cane,
-for blind to talk hope…

For me is a daughter
-to replace another