The seed of the Soul*, Love*
My heart is one fragile cell
Be of balance, it must work so well
It is of constant need of Love you see
One wrong turn, it could hurt me
So I must Love, as this is the need
To constantly flourish with this Souls* seed
Dom*Colucci 2011
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