Poem: The Naked Souls!





Deep minds are the ones on the edge!

Wh’re the road seemed taper and fades.  


Except, one is curious to know which is which,

Only then you’d have gotten yourself the angels that'd help you win.


Their words are few and far between,

Not the typical guests of vagueness and Sesquipedalian expressions,

Hardly any, you may cross paths with, please pay a rapt attention. 


Their presence aerates the audacity of prideness!

Humility aptly their finest raiments of refinement! 

In their altruistic, withholding nothing,

Their heart is pure just as their souls is naked. 

 

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