My Soul, My Inner Soul Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

My Soul, My Inner Soul



The wind is in the yard
It plays, goes round,
Makes growling, sound.

Even so
My Soul, my Inner Soul
I feel restless
Going round and round
To find a peace
That transforms more
To a sad restlessness
And sore
Even so
Even so

For
The wind is in the yard
It plays, goes round,
Makes growling, sound.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: old age ,pain,soul,verse,water
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