I met a soul;
it kepts its purity,
had its spirit wiped clean,
and washed its sins as well as giving it away to the holy well of forgiveness.
I met a soul;
that revived the past,
and had its sense set on the right track
and avoided its gaze towards the evil and fire.
I met a soul;
and that was when I was replenished,
this soul was fighting for not only its freedom of voice, but mine as well,
I have met this soul when I first opened my eyes to this world
this soul is my upper class generation.
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Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁