We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
The end of the poet as we know it. I feel pain and it is no secret. I make the rain and like water you drink . With heavy minds in disarray a little wonder is magic. Your swords of power are made into pens. Then you write as well.
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