Northstar
Every foul thought or
wicked intention
is a stinger to the soul
an infection in the mind
a bruising of the heart...
poking holes in the lifeboat of life.
Every good thought
or golden intention
is balm to the soul
a feather in the mind
buoying the heart..
a Northstar above the lifeboat of life
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