Sweet Souls

There's a place where the sweet souls go,

when the world turns sour.

Away is a boat of wariness they row,

when people greed power.

One the sea of envy and guilt,

they finally reach the place where sweet souls go.

A place where high walls are built,

and old, sweet souls never grow.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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