There is no evidence for the soul
But its absence
Nothing, nothing, nothing
The body to the soil
The soul slips away
I'm grateful today for bocce ball
Green and red all morning
I was in Italy once
Cathedral in Siena
Felt the Tuscan sun
Silently to pray
Italy. Verily. Yea.
Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 1:26 PM UTC
There is no evidence for the soul
But its absence
Nothing, nothing, nothing
The body to the soil
The soul slips away
I'm grateful today for bocce ball
Green and red all morning
I was in Italy once
Cathedral in Siena
Felt the Tuscan sun
Silently to pray
Italy. Verily. Yea.
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