Souls
who are present yet not here,
who have contradictions,
who float in space,
who feel too deeply,
who want relief from life's cruel shackles,
who are like music, their melodies echoed,
who are like whisper in dark,
who wept for their own dear worth,
who cradled in a birth, once soared so high,
Now lay in the shadows of their death, faded into the mists of time.
