The Soul Poem by Bonics Bachinela
The Soul
Eyes are the windows of your soul,
Your glass of pure breaths.
A flower of defined value,
With mirrors provided to construe.
The implicit emotions,
Pervading pungent in prevalence,
Gratiating the very senses,
with unclothed styles,
if, it's a style over substance,
or substance over styles,
But, if we wish to live in daylight,
In purposive compartments, live tight.
Because, life's not a matter of chance;
but, your own conscience of change.
We may show off different personalities in diverse manner but, the real selves are defined through the eyes. They are the wonders only God can do. And, the truth is, no one could ever alter HIS power. Neither technology nor witchcraft can do it. We are what we are as how we have lived our lives. Defined even the clandestine us- - - - - - even our deepest secrets...
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