So long as moss can on rocks,
you can find kindness in your heart.
It's power is slow
but it's hold is sure.
For the toughest of rocks wither before it.
Nurture the moss within your heart.
Fertile hearts grow,
as barren ones cannot.
And you mightn't know it,
but mountains have crumbled and lions have fled
before kindness.
THE END
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Poetry overdue
PoetryExactly what the title suggests. Read if you'd like a walk through darkness and into light. Read for horror and beauty. Read and I'll show you, you are not alone. Read because there may be another just like you.
