Mamsur abubakar

Here’s a poetic take on the soul: The soul, a flame no storm can snuff, An endless spark, both fierce and tough. It whispers truths the heart won’t say, A quiet guide through night and day. It weeps with joy, it burns with pain, A timeless force we can’t contain. A mirror vast, it holds the skies, Where stars reside and dreams arise. Though flesh may falter, fall, and fade, The soul endures, a light unstayed. Infinite, boundless, wild, and whole— The quiet echo of the soul. What do you think of this one?