I once read a Soul so clear

A soul knocked by.

The ethereal white smoke.

Flowing in a slow

amorphous dance.

I watch it pause by my side,

circle my feet and

rise to my side.

I watch in awe,

the mystery unfold.

The world froze,

Yet the play went on.

The fumes changed colors

as the dance continued.

I read the colors,

and each graceful move.

The rise and fall,

and all the silent pauses.

The dance got over.

The colors gone.

The soul much closer.

And the reading done.

Never had I read

A real human.

The way I read

The soul that once knocked by.

I read the soul so deep and clear.

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