His Soul

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    His Soul

     I walk through the woods
    10 million things running through my mind
    The hting is im not alone
    i feel his soul guiding me
    protecting me
    Telling me i dont have to face the world alone
    His soul is with me forever

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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