Soul

by Adan7777   Mar 13, 2017


Sand falling through a hour glass
Rippling
Imagine a stone skipping over a pone
Ring after ring going to shore
Footsteps through tall grass
Pursuing the unknown
So is our soul
Going to old and different places
In whole
Trying to find a home

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