The Window to the Soul


They say the eyes are the window to the soul,
That you can look at souls like fruit in a bowl.
Like a museum exhibit
You can only view it,
But not touch or feel them for your own.
Music is my passion there's no doubt,
When I yearn to sing and dance about.
The beach, as it seems
Is the place of my dreams,
Where I can run and scream and shout.
I long for the summer days
Where I can sway my ways.
The sun shines down,
I dance around,
In the lake's shining waves.
They say the eyes are the window to the soul,
That you can look at souls like fruit in a bowl.
But what do you view?
My soul written for you,
To touch and feel for your own.

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