Sold Soul
Floating, the flower flies,
Blooming the dragonfly beautifies.
Stones sprout and grow,
The clouds and moon erode.
Souls fall apart,
When Mother loses her mind.
Missing is life,
When I've lost mine.
In this we struggle.
In this I am.
My mind is not yet lost,
Just this soul is not mine.
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