A Picture Of My Soul

Poem By Ekaterina Polishchuk

A picture of my soul is inside,
It has a lot of colors, melody.
Sometimes I am too happy or just tired,
I write by heart the love and tragedy.

A picture of my soul is the light,
I always search it in my sleepy thought.
It is so mild, eternal, sometimes tight,
I walk the road Holy Angels taught.

I sleep in dreams about happy choice
And go through time with spirit in my mind.
My poetry is just a silent voice,
I hope you could the truth in lines find.

Comments about A Picture Of My Soul

A powerful line: I walked the road holy Angels have taught thanks for sharing.
This is truly a great poem, Ekaterina. The soul, with all its colours and yet soft its light. You picture the soul in all its aspects and all its grandeur. It is quiet, yet if we want to tune in to it, it is always ready toguide us to the greatest of heights. Excellent thought provoking poem
Very nice write. I like how said it has colors and melody. Not only do you give a visual but also give it music.
Kate, It is amazing! Your poem ran like waters of a rill and it is simple yet the truth is inspiring, I like the ideas you conveyed in the poem about your self and brought the narrator in you to the surface..... Bingo! As usual you have a surprising pack of poems! Keep Growing and keep writing! with best wishes
Kate, It is amazing! Your poem ran like waters of a rill and it is simple yet the truth is inspiring, I like the ideas you conveyed in the poem about your self and brought the narrator in you to the surface..... Bingo! As usual you have a surprising pack of poems! Keep Growing and keep writing! with best wishes


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