Soul

The soul, a flame,
A thing untamed.
Wild in its wistful ways.
It kisses faith,
Or brushes sin;
Tries to fly on every whim.
Writes a story within time,
Makes a mark,
Or careless rhyme.
Lost, eternal, blooming thing;
Immortal part
Of every being.
Shimmer deep or glitter dark,
Fallen far,
Creator's spark.

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