My Soul


My soul the one who cries deeply,
The one who knows true love and beneath me
The one who tries to solve equations,
That never had lasting reflections.
You can never change me
But you can persuade me
My soul, my soul who leads me into destinations
The one who fights, his my relation.
The one who binds the blood
Thickening like a chocolate swirl.
My soul, my soul who reads me
Like a book that rhymes instinctly!
A song that chants in my brain
The concentrating restrain
Stress beloved my heart,
Freedom living by thought.
My soul, my soul the one who guides me,
The one who knows a darky
Enchanted with a fairytale
With love in it's nearly end.
My soul ,my soul who rejoices gladly,
To all the worship's banding
The brand that lifts me daring
In all of whisper's staring.
She that is in cupid's ears
The one who listens, to whiskers tears.
The sheep that rolls beside him
As if the wolves invite him.
My soul that's everlasting
That hears the winds grasping
That wishes the world's interesting sites that appear are classy.
My soul, my soul that encounters headaches
The pain of happy treadmills
A windmill's  pipe slowly......
Pushing water but struggling.
The lands that green's envy
Comes every springs levy
Fresh air that kills the heat
Of the sun's rising leaf.
A flower hiding in the woods
Of the most deadly storms
Waterfalls narrowing mountains
That have the beauty of the valleys.
My soul, my soul that speaks in my dreams
The one who closes my broken wound
The one who changes me like a stolen lock.
The key to my endless feelings
The one who exercises my abilities
My soul that remembers every mistake
That life has every hidden,
in it's mist of treasure.
My soul, my soul who loves vulnerably
The one who knows that peace comes
After I have fought an amazing battle!


By Khauhelo Buti

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