Poetry - Lost Soul
Lost Soul
Souls sparkle with reflected iridescence.
Special souls do that… when they share each other’s light.
When you feel you can hang on, barely…
Know that I use the strongest yarn,
I’m wound tight,
and I’m busy winding tighter
to reel you into the comfort of my light.
We belong together -
the shadow and the Light.
How else to know our wide expanse?
When you get to where I am, your foothold strong,
know that I am where you are.
When near and far is relevant,
that is when we share our light.
We belong together -
the Shadow and the Light.
Author:-Trudi Joubert
October 1st, 2009
@ownbig.ru,
Спасибо за ваш комментарий. Я рад, что мои слова коснулись вашего сердца. Солдаты не имеют времени, чтобы сослаться на тезаурус ;o)
September 30th, 2009
What’s another word for “soldier’s thesaurus”?