The Language Of The Souls Poem by Asavri Dhillon
The Language Of The Souls
Like a feather in the stream,
The soul flows effortlessly
Touching every soul it comes across
Through the shield of the medium
Seeing through the eyes
Listening through the beating hearts
And the pain that runs in the veins
it will never leave but will become numb
The unknown hides nothing
The veil hides itself playing catch
The world where language transcends
The earthly things and boundaries
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