Soul
Depth, Darkness, Living soul
The thing which moves us
Motivates, loves, hate, shines
Beauty of the soul, its attitude
Abundance of many abilities
What is it that it thrives
To where it pulls its life
Soul, unexplain roller coaster ride
Heart, main vessel of life
Blood red runs through its veins
Love, where must it come from
For who are we except existing
Breathing only air in life's planets
Maker, alien or mystical
Soul, even life can't kill it
But only we can change it
Copyright © Steve Harvell | Year Posted 2021
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