Kind
The words collecting in my head.
Could be writing but I am replaying them instead .
Forever seeking to place the words just right.
Which goes here ,
Which goes there.
Does anyone really care.
To be fair .
so many a word ,
never to be heard .
Lost in the empty echo of the mind.
Kind words so seldom you find.
The words that you can never leave behind .
So many to choose from.
Others can be more peaceful than some.
Words of peace outweigh those of hate.
The words that can
change ones fate .
Never too late ,
Let peace guide your word .
Let it be heard
Copyright © William P. Harris | Year Posted 2023
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