When The Heart Meets The Soul - Poem by Shasha Mesha
Spooned or swindled?
The ephemeral heart questioned the eternal soul,
For only the soul can quench the thirst of the beautiful lie,
A lie that she heavily relied upon,
And she continued to sprinkle water of hopes on an intricate garden,
It blossomed swiftly and the sight was phenomenal,
Leading to a mysterious yet quintessential path of flowers,
With petals of sunflower tickling her silky feet,
She was convinced that the fragrance had coiled within her,
And then rose a new question,
Should she continue to merely sprinkle or assume a luxuriant garden of her own?
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