Memory In The Soul

If souls could speak, they would speak of buried emotions deep inside

Scarred, broken, lost and alone

But you touched my soul, with a feathery embrace

Through words, kindness, and your sweet gaze

Healing my soul, breaking it free

So all that is left are memories…

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