“One kind word can warm three winter months.”
~ A Japanese proverb
Talking machine churns
And skips to the previous groove;
Rhetoric is broken
Churns the machine
Producing discord instead of sound;
A source of confusion
Word churner stirs
Audiences no longer interested
Put a lid on
For everyone has a word
But it’s layer of kindness that makes
A whole lot of difference.
Winter night dark and brutal
Skywatcher trembles
for first love is hard.
What lunatic waits to be jilted
by a girl he never laid eyes on?
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Body do not be proud
Even though some proclaim you a temple
And worldings call you beautiful
A biography of a life well-lived.
You have your rights and privileges
But you ought to be my friend.
Look me in the eye and acknowledge
I am Soul. I am You.
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