Poem -
Stir
Thoughts from the waiting room
Each one of us is a puzzle to ourself;
Our own emotions are knotted,
Lost in a maze and need finding
Sometimes it takes a child
To see what we can't;
The tears of an innocent one
To take keys of compassion
And unlock our guarded hearts
To restore the motion:
That commotion we call
"Life"
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Hey Al......this is brilliant! Tears of a little soul really gets to me.......they have beautiful hearts and souls not yet tarnished from things in the world......a child’s hug or smile makes me feel so luved.......thought provoking ink......purple luv & hugs xo :)