The Purest Part Of The Soul Poem by Floy Dy Ra Aka Floyd Floydson

Not yet lost
Still living in us
Almost forgotten
Like the magic we possessed
She lives in us
Can smile again if we want
Sings and likes to dance
Breaks their doubts by their laughter
Revolves around all our axles
Always makes only faxes
Plays imaginarily in space
Transforms life into a dream
Touches the purest part in itself
Is again child in us -
And finally, again, I am.

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© Floy Dy Ra,12.13.2016