Soul

The soul is like a river

It can be filled up from the light drizzling of laughter, to the tears
of joy.

It is filled up with pebbles of every neo genesis,that fill up any
void.

It is filled up by the osmosis of every cool breeze,that carries with
it the scent of the trees.

By showers of emotion

And whenever this river retreats, ponds of virtues retire, forming
empires around the bends.

Like very silver moonand star light the skies, my soul can flood to the
point of no return.

Led by the undefeated current of dreams and hopes,that derive from its
very special source.