In the depths of our being, where essence resides, A sacred spark, where the true self abides. A pome of soul, a luminous flame, In its eternal glow, we're not the same.
It's a reservoir of feelings, of hopes and fears, A vessel of memories, through the passing years. In the tapestry of existence, it plays its role, In the pome of soul, it makes us whole.
It's the seat of our passion, the wellspring of love, A reflection of who we are, from the heavens above. In its timeless depths, the innermost stream, In the pome of soul, we find our dream.
Through the joys and sorrows, the highs and lows, In the journey of life, the soul's story flows. It's a reminder of our purpose, our ultimate goal, In the world of the soul, we find our soul.
So let us nurture the flame deep within, In the pome of soul, where our journeys begin. A guide and a compass, a source of grace, In the heart of the soul, we find our place.
