Old soul of mine, I yearn for your return,
A peaceful haven, where chaos would adjourn.
No heartbreak's storm, no painful burn,
In your embrace, tranquility I discern.
In nature's embrace, I find my solace deep,
Nights and sunsets, secrets they keep.
The fragrance after rain, in memories it seep,
Oh, old soul, where tranquility's treasures sleep.
Among pages of books, and verses of rhyme,
In arts' embrace, where emotions climb.
Oh, the old soul's haven, where once sublime,
I long to return, in your embrace, I chime.
-Snowflake-
