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If you were to bottle my soul
it would burn the bright fire
of the shadows of the night
softly glowing dark
in the bright noon day

If you were to bottle my soul
it would crash with the tide
of the white sandy shores
lightly crashing waves
in the shorline tidal pools

If you were to bottle my soul
it would hum the deep music
of a symphonic orchestra
boldly strummed guitars
in the dark night clubs

If you were to bottle my soul
it would reek with the scent
of a garden of red roses
sharply scented paths
in the dark conifer forest

If you were to bottle my soul
it would feel like the new silk
of a fitted ball gown
finely form fitted
in the splendored ball room

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The following comments are for "sense of a soul"
by RogueAngel

Nice work
I like this poem, it sounds soft and silky. A nice piece of work.

( Posted by: c.lynagh [Member] On: March 11, 2003 )

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