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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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