Given

The lines in your hand & the tears on your cheek, speak to your future & this unhappy week.

I call on you now & I’ll be back around to offer my service to which I am bound.

The language I speak is the tongue of concern. I do for you now without want of return.

I’ll offer my best while you are not at yours. I’ll hold you and feed you; replenish your stores.
 
Because one day you may lose me, I’ll smooth the road ahead for thee.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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