True Kindness
True kindness,
doesn't have a wicked side,
a tranquil pond,
doesn't turn into a harsh sweeping tide.
The sweet scent of a flower
doesn't become a dangerous, fatal power.
Pureness,
doesn't morph into ugliness.
A clear sky,
doesn't hide thunderous storms up high.
a white heart,
doesn't darken by pricking black darts.
Beautiful remains beautiful,
when it changes it becomes something else,
just like some are beautiful
then they become someone else.
Copyright © Sally Rawhey | Year Posted 2021
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