What was lost, wasn't.
What was stolen, remains.
What was removed, holds.
When I began to dream these truths it gave me solace.
A kind of peacefulness.
The rain can wet my clothes, but it can't touch my soul.
The winds can cause me to chill, but can't blow from me my spirit.
What was doesn't matter, only now does.
What remains, is just that.
What holds cannot be removed, as it is a part of me now.
hi...i am impressed with these lines.longing of the body and the pleasures of life, and soul are two different things.we remain happy when we dont let any thing touch our soul.please see my poem soul in bliss.best wishes rittypatnaik
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I would like to translate this poem
this is reassuring peacefulness 10