Thursday, 23 December 2010

SONNET XXXII - A PIECE OF SOUL

I found a piece of soul upon the ground.
The lifeless little thing looked cast away
from some sad rogue who's no longer around.
He left it there to wither where it lay.
I picked it up and on my hand it stirred.
Though dead so long, it quickly came alive.
And so I offered it a loving word.
Apparently my care would make it thrive.
Then later on I found a lonely girl,
half dead from damage to her wounded soul.
The piece I'd found had taught me to unfurl
the words and love she needed to be whole.
   And through our love I solved the mystery:
   That piece of soul I'd found was torn from me.

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