Pro Bono

Words are never small…even when they are short.
What we choose to say, has weight from hearth to port.

Lies are rarely harmless…they’ll hurt now, or later.
What we choose to hide, grows fat as a freighter.

Fights are not the way…to solve your wordless plight.
What, & who, we choose to hurt’s never our right.

Hate is seldom real; the scary mask of hurt.
Truths chose in mirrors; to see or blindly skirt.

These are not all finite, if it please the court.
Words are never small…even when they are short.

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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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