On My soul

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Upon my shoulders
the invisible cross
I carry
of living full
living true
and soulful
and be willing
to pay the price
of isolation
of exile
of coldness
for moving
on paths
uncharted
that beckon me
to be one
with the glow
of the morning sun
with the scent
of an early spring
with the chant
of the chirping bird.