I have been wandering around

With a blank paper in my hands.

Someone said, "Souls never die."

So I noted it down.

And now I'm wondering where do they go?

Do they bloom into the flower that died yesterday?

Do the become a new feather to fly someday?

Do they become the light of shooting star?

Do they visit the unmarked heaven so far?

Do they become the pearls of ocean i have never seen?

Do they become the dew on wheat glass i have always seen?

Do they just wander around with translucent feet?

Do they vanish under flare heat?

Now someone said "maybe they are inside the paper"

Always beside me.