Poetry Soul-full Poetry April 5, 2017 1 Comment Where my Soul lives There is nothing, nothing ever, that repeats the existence of the place I once saw up high. This is where my soul lives through my left and my right eye. It is so clear, so beautiful, we all belong there. Facebook Comments Свързани Previous Post Next Post Още Вдъхновение December 2, 2017 Waterdrop August 15, 2016 Beautiful strangers November 16, 2017 The Most Quiet One Leave a Reply Cancel reply This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.