A smartphone is an addictive device which traps a soul into a lifeless planet full of lives

Every known thing used to be unknownAnd every rock could become a stone Someday nature will have to atone When soul sees dead flesh leaving the bone

Written soul is called poetry

Our souls are always looking for love, and hearts wait to treasure it.

A homeless person should know that many souls feel utterly homeless in spite of living into the bodies of wealthy homeowners

There’s an infant part in our souls which longs for the lullaby truths of life every night for a tranquil slumber.

Ocean separates lands, not souls..

We all belong to the holiness of our eternal soul.