A soul


My body in the mirror, I see
It’s beautiful, but no sweet

The Australian sweater shaded vanilla
I felt cream kissed on the shoulders of Cindrella

Blunt haired girl, scissored by mom inside, inside
Green tops profiled me as from outside, outside

I smile, lip broaden, in the side
The ads can make me advertise

Palazzo in motion of the wind
Floral patterns on the synthetics n silk

Hidden n latent, a truth exists
We are unheard-of each other, till here it exceeds

I am a soul, unseen to your eyes
A minute particle of God: that best describes.

I am a soul. ^^

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