THE DAWN OF THE SOUL
Look up and see the color of air
Remember the warmth of hand of love
Wiping the drops of tear from fear
that robbed your heart of sense of self,
And giving a light in darkness of loss
that you never imagined of getting again.
The touch of joy that wakes you up
from dreams of peace, smile on your face
Tweets of birds, the voice of nature
The cry of birth, bright as Sun
Look up and see the color of air
That is where your soul belongs
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