Soul Poetry

Do eyes,

that seek in darkness,

    ever see past shadows?

Does the moon,

ever cast a glow,

    upon a loner's path?

Does the sun,

ever brighten,

    a pitch blackened mind?

Does the breeze,

ever caress,

    one so afraid of touch?

Does a star,

ever fall,

    for a wishless heart?

Do raindrops,

ever quench,

    an unthirsty soul?

Do flowers,

ever grow,

    in a barren field of vision?

Do answers,

ever come,

    to those who don't question?

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