Soul Poetry

Whispers echo deep inside, where truth and silence both reside. A voice that sings without a sound, where broken pieces are unbound.

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It weeps in ink, it breathes in flame, it hides behind a humble name. A mirror made of light and scar, that shows us truly who we are.

It speaks of loss, of love, of grace, of time we’ll never dare replace. Of stars that guide, of wounds that teach, of dreams just barely out of reach.

No mask survives its sacred pen. It writes what’s real, again… again. For every soul must bleed to write. And find its healing through the night.

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