Lost Soul
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Barry Middleton
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I found my dreaming soul
I left it in a childhood place
as cold as memory
and dark and lost bereft of grace
I must have placed it there
quite hidden in a grove of trees
a grieving sacrifice
to drift upon an evening breeze
I did return in rhyme
to mend capricious carelessness
and I have searched the path
to ease my soulful restlessness
but I yet learned my heart
was filled with anger and regret
I hide beneath a wall
and write of all that's hidden yet
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