Sunday, April 5, 2015

Careless ~ Sprouted Soul: Whole-Souled Poems





Careless

Her Soul softly rose upon enchanting sound,
Trailing her destiny, she glides through rivers of clouds,
It is written; it is destined, could it be undone?
Careless heart, she marches, abandoning all doubts,
Inner call, her only guidance, awakens Soul in the break of dawn.

~ doobie

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