Words are Compassion
Words are the bridge to our thoughts;
Created to convey an idea inside.
When my mind is tangled in knots,
Words are my guide.
The meanings are distinct;
There is no miscommunication.
Comprehension is tinct,
With the hue of elation.
As cognizance fabricates,
Understanding is cherished;
Humility aggregates;
Compassion has flourished.
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