The soul,
That is immortal
That goes on
From one body to another
The soul
'that holds
All spiritual joys,
Winds me...
Twists my thoughts
But still hold on to me'
The soul...
That learns more
Evolves better
Under the sun,
In the rain
Strains of music
Love for colors
Penchant for words
I add,
Cheerfully pass it on
From one body to another
The soul...
Whoever it may be'
Crossing endless foamy oceans '
I know next tenement
It finds ' would rest to be
Would be a better poet
A better painter
A better designer'
