My Adult Soul

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: January 18, 2019

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"My Adult Soul"

My adult soul,

My foster mother!

Fosters her child,

Descendant of sheer woe

Heartens me in low spirits,

Swings my hand to and fro

“The right lane” she whispers,

Pointing with her luminous finger

Gives a sponge to my dewy eyes

And stays as late as the dolours linger

Hums a berceuse to her glum laddie,

As she holds me close in a beatific embrace

Splits up the murk and makes it all silver,

Once she strokes my curls with a divine grace

Unveils the bright side to me

For effulge over my soul-blues her glistening quills

As I go down in the dreamy realm,

My adult soul exhausted appraises the shattered stills

And she sits with her boughs enclosed,

Laments in the elegiac voice,

 My child, oh my foster child!

Successor of agony! You have no choice!

For you have an undying bond with your dynasty,

Only, I can sprinkle upon you some vivacity!

Oh my child, oh my foster child!


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