A Soul

“Wish” by Christian Schloe

A house is bare without a garden and
what am I but the combination of parts.

Some flowers can grow in the darkest of corners,
the roots of natural machines in the ground,
only visible when a light awakens curiosity.

What is it really that defines us?

A body is bare without a soul and
what am I but the combination of parts.

Poem by Jessica Grace Sparks

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