With chairs after chairs
And desks after desks
The dull withered smell
In Modern office space
No sight of true beauty
A lost aesthetic soul
A placement of plant in the corner
Yet no warmth- just cold
there is that dissonant clicking
An energy so ungrounded
And flashy bold images
virtual world so bounded
A desperate feeling of stuckness
In a paralyzed life
And where is the soul
Artistically inclined
We are stroking within
These fuming chemical field
No sparkle of nature
No simple organic life
where is our soul
A deeper connection to places
As we are not enchanted
Just mechanical in showcases
Where is the soul
A true enchanting experience
The artists within us
So nurturing and breathing
So where is the soul
Soul of an artist
Soul of pure breath
Soul of intimate friendships
Soul of fairy lands
Soul of rainy forests
Soul filled with aromas
And earthy magical places
Soul full of love
That grows and glows with laughter
And playful mischievous smiles
dancing graceful heartbeats
A soul filled with prayers
A soul filled with gentleness
A soul like a wild wind
A soul filled with magic
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