Sweet sunshine blinding her vision
Too lovely to be real
Too ideal to be an illusion
She has broken free from the dark.
But the void still remains,
waiting for a burst of energy to fill the deep hole her soul bears.
Her heart partially mended by the sunlight 's display,
she walks fast ahead into the daylight to retrieve the last piece.
Soon her golden soul shall be restored.
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Soul Tales
PoetryThis book contains poems that talk about the mind and soul, and how they find peace through the waves of struggle and pain.
