In the depth of my soul,
I don't want to be all alone,
but at the same time my mind,
speaks, wants to never to be bound.
Free like wind that carries leaves.
Free like dreams, when they first appear.
Free like words that on paper fly.
Free being just me without hint of lie.
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Sound Of My Soul
PoetryCollection of poems that came into existence by word's gathering in one place on the command of either feeling or thought. I think that poems come from one's soul, possibly for many of us to speak ourselves without restriction, and that's how I came...
