My Soul
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
Copyright © Arzoo Akbar | Year Posted 2013
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