Windows to the soul

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They say eyes are the Windows to the soul.
But what is there to see ??
When the soul is not whole
A reflection of fright with no way to flee

Lucky are the birds that can fly
That can forsake you at the sight of winter
And those that do stay
Are vultures waiting for the dead soul

The soul is like trees with no leaves
Naked,stripped by the harsh environment
And the eyes reflect the bare branches
Even that is a euphemism for what’s inside

The soul pours out its fountain of youth
Which cascades like a waterfall
Instead of hitting the river with violence
It joins the weak ripples of the waves that have given up

The waves fade into a mute flow
Layer upon layer of dark waters
Showing the depth of the problem
Is buried deep within the soul

The water reflects fright with no way to flee
For the soul is not whole
There is nothing there to see!!
Through the eyes which are the Windows to the soul.

{Art by mls_art on instagram…follow this page..it’s pretty good }

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