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The Soul
Something went from me last night:
Most precious gift of man.
It went with still, soft sobbing breath,
Crying as it ran.
It wandered down the busy streets
And passed the speeding cars.
It lifted high in to the air
To sit among the stars.
If ever you are looking out
In to the dark twilight
And chance to see a flickering flame
Like a candle bright.
Know deep inside the heart of you
It’s not a star you see
But all the splendor of a soul
That lived inside of me.
Yu/stan/ kema (age 33)