The Soul Poem by divij b.c
The Soul
this beautiful thing has been engraved,
i will find life no matter u put me in whichever grave.
its a childs play,
that i am persuaded to be brave.
who saw the truth
for this is an illusion,
widespread oceans to seeforth the intutions.
making faces in clay
something’s wrong in that replay.
hope this fragrance stays till the end of the stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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4/26/2024 1:19:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
'i will find life no matter u put me in whichever grave'... most relevant and fitting line to your poem title, Divij...good write with a philosophic insight...10