Well, a soul is a soul, so it doesn't matter what shape it's meat takes... a soul is a soul. I've heard the wisdom of cats and spoken at length to the trees. I have found great commonalities with the birds and my dog? Well, that's just pure family right there.You see, I can tell the truth of a being by the energy it exudes. I'll read each act like a book and the tone of their face is all the more reason to listen. And it's not magnetism... least not the clearly defined sense, but it's respect. You see, if you listen, even rocks have great and epic tales to tell... it just takes a while in the telling. It's people... oh it is people that lie. They tell you what they need and want you to believe. They lie and cheat and swear false oaths... but a dog? He won't lie. He will tell you the depths of his love with the set of his tail. He will regail you with stories by how he cowers from your kindness... he will cry when you are gone because he truly cares. And that's the truth of it... A soul is a soul is a soul... but the innocence of animals is perhaps the greater of souls.
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PoésieI've collected a lot of works I have made for me and thrown them into a mess of empathic poetry I have done for others.
