060 - The Souls of the Shore
At the water’s edge,I gaze upon Souls.
They stand motionless,shining in the Sunlight.
They are not Bodies, but Images that endure.
Within the Memory of Trees, that turn into Books.
Each Leaf, a Page, each Branch, a Story.
The ink of Souls
saturates the Paper,
leaving behind their Trace.
Their Bodies, the People on the Shore.
Seeking to find warmth,in a world growing cold.
Constantly drifting in and out, of the water that cools them.
But warmth is not foundon this Shore.
It is found in the sharing of hidden Solitudes.
In that kinship, where Souls Commune.
- My Soul!
- On which Shore are you, so I may come and find you?
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