Tread softly,
There are hearts around.
Speak only,
With a loving sound.
Degrading sarcasm
Can break endeavour,
Or coldly numb
A spirit forever.
Some gripping pain,
Or piercing hurt,
May awaken again,
With an unkind word.
A harsh glare,
May imprint terror,
Or bring to despair,
A heart forever.
Some gripping pain,
Or piercing hurt,
May awaken again,
With an unkind word.
A harsh glare,
May imprint terror,
Or bring to despair,
A heart forever.
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