the soul can be programmed to love

to see the accuracy in random numbers

for walk in statistics that raise the finish line

leaving aside the beauty that my heart desires

the soul maybe is another simple memory

that can be filled with harshness and antipathy

away from the softness of a breeze

of a touch of lips when looking into each other's eyes

of a genuine smile

of a fun one that plays with seriousness

the soul can be manipulated as something else

leaving out the bright colored lights

the harmonious noise of an adventurous love

 love can be without losing the soul

or has to dry like the petal that is plucked

flying away.