The Soul Healer
Gentle as a dove,
Eyes mirroring the vast ocean.
They dwell in solitude, their thoughts veiled.
Giving more than taking,
They seek and dream through life's commotion.
Unraveling the secrets it has woven.
Their place lies amidst nature's embrace,
Gifted by God with music and grace,
Endowed to mend souls, to heal and embrace.
An aura of zest and zeal they exude,
In worlds of fantasy and imagination, they elude.
Driven not by demons, but a desire to heal,
To share their unique view of a mundane ordeal,
Breathing fresh life into the mundane and surreal.
Sacrificing all for the sake of art,
Weathering life's lightning storms with a fiery heart.
Lovers of words, architects of thoughts they prove,
Aiding hearts to mend, souls to move.
They are the healer of Souls.
Dedicated to all poets.
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