Soul as a friend . . . . .

You held my hand as I walked through obstacles,

You experienced the early sunrise with me,

You never stirred from within me,

And yet, I felt your presence.

You never spoke a word,

But I could hear the advice you gave,

You let me follow you, your dreams,

And your dreams mean the same as mine.

Who else could you be,

Other than the one within me,

Even when its my end, you shall continue living,

But I know you’ll never fade. . . 



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