Poem -
I Believe
"That wood rot is of the Heart"
I believe - “That wood rot is of the Heart”
Oh envy, must your heart twinge, of the bias in jealousy.
What provoke thee, a beauty they no can comprehend or see.
Tell me of the winds, as they speak of reproach forms to deceit.
Must an oak tree stand alone, to shield the adversaries pitting stones.
Waiver not, for the mentorʻs of their hearts, are worms of wood rots.
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