I know how the soul looks like,
It is similar to a white swan.
It is made of feathers and time
That disperse you in pieces, then form.
This is beautiful inner Angel,
One day frightened, one day so free.
So fragile, so magnificent, magic..
So defenceless to all the harm beat.
You can easily break the swan soul,
You can easily stop her life.
And the only means that helps her
Is her dance to the rainbow chime.
Inner Angel
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