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Far harsher than cold winds that blow
And scatter leaves around your feet
They burn the air and wound the heart
Those words of cruel deceit.
They settle in the inward soul
But do not sleep and will not die
But when you least expect them to
They float before the inward eye.
Cruel words are meant to injure you
To cause you pain and inward stress
And, as with seeds, they soon will grow
And cause you great distress.
‘Tis better that these worthless weeds
Are cut down whilst still in their prime –
Fill the crevices within your heart
With kind words more sublime.
Copyright 2007