The Soul

Eyes are the windows of your soul,
Your glass of pure breaths.

A flower of defined value,
With mirrors provided to construe.

The implicit emotions,
Pervading pungent in prevalence,

Gratiating the very senses,
with unclothed styles,

if, it's a style over substance,
or substance over styles,

But, if we wish to live in daylight,
In purposive compartments, live tight.

Because, life's not a matter of chance;
but, your own conscience of change.

by Bonics Bachinela

Comments (2)

love is not just four letters. it has so many stories that you can never end.
very true i like this one Dan