my soul

Written by: arzoo akbar

in the late sun shines
i was made 
with a cloth of clay 
there came upon something on me
blessed with true senceiuors into me 
i was put into something that rather walks my life
i was put into soul at my body 
when i arrived at new days 
i loved my soul as it loved
me .our souls work through the wishes of our god
when he wants us to die
that day we have our last breath of our life and soul will be vanished from us.
souls work as we do they are  immebicabless 
souls  last our life do not lost them they are very precious