Lips are dirty;
All that passes through isn’t always kind, nor clean.

Tongues are whips;
A fluttering of strength and humbled into silence.

Our hearts balance;
Carefully carrying thoughts and emotions, breathing words of life into others and always fighting the mind against bitter lashing.







2 Comments Add yours

    1. becketar says:

      Thank you.

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