Where is the soul

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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