Soul Poem by Shafeeq C P

Soul



When the cool breeze pierces into
The realms of heart beats,
The unknown chambers
Are chilled and calm.

With a sigh of relief
The man relaxes,
And is reminded of
"Truly he succeeds that purifies it,
And he fails that corrupts it! "

Sunday, March 24, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: soul
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