she marveled realizing the shape inside her chest
that void often filled with air and beauty when
merry it would change shape as birds sung
it shrunk at sounds belonging to civilization
a soul with preconceived ideas she wondered
he laughed back at her concept
a soul thriving on sounds, smells and visions
she could picture shapes and leaps inside it
she could sit still and recognized
the life in her. her blood, her breath
her cells multiplying, spreading,
it was surely a wonderful place to be
This one is really great! Well done.
Thank you Victor, happy you like it!