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My Soul

January 20, 2017
By ChristineOnwenu GOLD, Detroit, Michigan
ChristineOnwenu GOLD, Detroit, Michigan
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A DWINDLING WORLD BELOW YOUR WEARY FEET,
YOU CANNOT HOPE TO KNOW UNTIL YOU TRY,
NO CEILING HERE; THE PURE HIGH AIR IS SWEET,
GLIDE SILENTLY THROUGH CLOUDS WITHOUT A SIGH,

VANISH IN RISING WIND, ALL SORROWS PAST,
TO NEVER LAND'S WORTH ANY SACRIFICE,
ABOVE GREY CLOUDS YOU'LL SOAR IN FLIGHT AT LAST,
TO NEVER LAND'S WORTH ANY SACRIFICE,

RISE FROM YOUR BED, WORN BODY, AND FRAYED SKIN,
STEEL NIGHTS OF SILENT PAIN; BRONZE DAYS OF RAGE,
RISE FROM YOUR BED, WORN BODY, AND FRAYED SKIN,
TO DISTANT MOUNTAIN HEIGHTS YOU CANNOT GAUGE,

FAR OVER MISTY MOUNTAIN PEAKS SNOW-WHITE,
FLY HIGH AND DON'T SURRENDER IN YOUR FIGHT.



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