The Good Soul Poem by Madhavi Grace
The Good Soul
Peacefully wandering,
is your good soul,
over the mountains, oceans
and the earth whole
through the villages,
balmy woods and fields,
in the morning breeze,
over the green leaves
moving with the clouds
from place to place,
leaping with the waves
at the shore as they race
sometimes, you sit still,
quietly on a dew,
or on my cheek, you trickle,
in the raindrops few.
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