My soul has the naïvety of a glittering entity
Of a snow in February
Ah!We return to the threshold of childhood
On a pathway toward prayer
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To have a sweet soul, mystically soft However, you always suffer from your troubles Regretting to live, frightened to die Hoping, believing and always waiting.
To have a sweet soul, mystically soft However, you always suffer from your troubles Regretting to live, frightened to die Hoping, believing and always waiting...............so touching and impressive. A beautiful poem shared amazingly.10