My Poetic Soul

And my poetic soul Flies away like a bird To roam the blue sky To fly over hills and dales To catch it is very hard And my poetic soul Sometimes sleep by The murmuring stream Dipping its feet in the Cold water it feels the Sensation as if in a dream And my poetic soul Can't be stopped if it Wishes to visit the street To feel the cold tar in Winter and to get burned In the summers scorching heat And my poetic soul Believes in freedom to Think, express and write It laughs, plays and exchanges Ideas with fellow souls Whether they are black or white