Thoughts of an ordinary person

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In a world where kindness is oft unclaimed,

There dwell those souls who cannot comprehend,

The precious gift by which they are sustained,

Unseeing hearts cannot true grace extend.

They tread their path, oblivious, unfeeling,

Blind to the warmth in every gentle deed,

In selfish echoes, they find their meaning,

As gratitude hides, an unbroken seed.

For when a hand is offered, pure and true,

And acts of love are poured like summer rain,

Some hearts, unyielding, no recognition knew,

And kindness falls like whispers in vain.

They pass through life, untouched by soft embrace,

Neglecting minds that yearn for love to feel,

Oblivious to each compassionate trace,

And miss the truths that kindness can reveal.

But still, with steadfast hearts, we shall persist,

To sow our seeds of kindness in their wake,

For even in the darkness, life persists,

And hopeful blooms have strength to undertake.

In silent acts, our souls shall find their tune,

Unfazed by hearts that do not apprehend,

For kindness, like the sun, will always bloom,

And nourish lives, regardless of their trend.

So let us persevere, with grace untamed,

For though some souls may never comprehend,

The beauty kindled in each kindly flame,

We'll be the poets of love until the end.