Tongue
A tongue sharper than any two- edged sword,
Shines in the sun and quiet at night ,
It cuts through flesh and soothes the skin ,
Fast writer with speed greater than the pen,
To bless or curse is in his hands,
Feared by many ,loved by few, He’s unshaken,
Could taste bitter or sweet; that’s his way,
Emits hot fire ,yet can still be tamed ,
It looks fragile and wet, yet very strong ,
Truth and lies vibrate with pretty ugly vibes.
7-21-2018
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