Category : Poems

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The soul is immeasurable.
Some are small, due to thoughts of the unbelievable.  
Some are large, thanks to hearts that always seem reachable.
Some are in between, lost and somewhat torn seeming untouchable. 

It's a power.
It's a lover.
It's a dreamer.
I's a loner.
It's a believer.
It's a nether. 

So many different shadings.
Never knowing what time it ripens.
We venture forward, some with bindings.
We venture forward, some with understandings.
We venture forward, some of us mastering.