Afraid of what’s left in that scented room
haunting or not now sprayed with
the permanent scent of death, I cannot grasp
the idea of dying. I don’t want to accept
the inescapable act that’s irreversible; I don’t want
to think about the passing of a soul.
Poetry On A Roll 
best regards.
lovely expression on lost souls..
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Lovely poem,well written!
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Love the way you write about the lost souls. May them rest in peace.
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It’s only body that dies, our soul is never dead. By sharing our thoughts and becoming part of other peoples hearts and souls our soul will live forever. By our acts and words we effect others so that they see things from different perspective. Therefore our soul is priceless and endless.
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