Soul Journey – Poetry by John Freear
Souls touch in this life so
it seems.
Where did they touch before,
where?
They are always touching,
silly …
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Lovers we were, in a crowd
how could we know
what love is?
When we touch it must be
in the silence of our Soul.
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The Soul enters and transcends
its ethereal world,
into the world of blood.
The warm currents eddy and
flow,
swiftly passed, now slowly
home.
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Love is one with
you,
Not with Souls
Of Love.
Souls of Love
Love Souls of
Love.
Loving is Loving
all yet doing all
whilst loving.
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Love I have for thee and on
and on
the feeling flows and will not
fade.
For you are me and I am you,
and on and on,
it goes.
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