HER SOUL,
A THOUSAND YEARS OLD.
Her face, a look that says she comes from a different place,
A smile that lights up within a darkness, so young but old.
She sings out with an operatic sound, mesmerizing to the ear,
Into a state of wonder that will take you away, watch her eyes.
Appears does she as a little girl, maybe from a long ago world,
Sings as if she has lived lifetimes, her voice echoes with years,
It is that her soul could be that of a thousand years old.
Keith Garrett
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Wonderful
Lovely poem. There are old souls walking around in young bodies. ☺
Thanks for reading
On Sun, Apr 30, 2017 at 11:07 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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