Soul

by Beulah Gordon-Skinner


Quiet 
as the cold of snow;
Restless, 
onward pressing-
Distressed 
by the silhouette 
of life's walls
the plight-
Destiny
never told or heard.
finds a place in the sun-
Infinity
the ultimate goal-
Whatever seeking,
Speaks not the Soul.

Soul by Beulah Gordon-Skinner

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