Contemplation of a Soul
Souls jump like leapfrogs,
but do they know days and ways.
Is the soul the frog or nothing at all?
Does it know of childhood dreams,
or does it not know of the passing years?
Is the soul real or only a silent traveller
along for the ride?
poem by A.C. Robison
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