These Souls

These souls

Have loved

A Thousand times

And lost a thousand more

They're old as ice

And new as air

With throbbing hearts and

Fickle minds and

Every trait

They've

Once embodied

Which caputures

In pure form

Humanity.

These souls are so real

That you could dip your hands

Into them

Like a basket full of

Silken scarves

And lift them gently

To brush across your cheek.

You could put them

In a wide glass jar

And watch them swim

Like polliwogs

Under shadow casting branches

Of brookside trees

In the dense wet heat of a childhood summer.

These souls have laughed

Have wept

Have screamed

With all the living

They have done.

These souls are yours

As they are mine

These souls are all we've ever known.

The End

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