Monday, September 07, 2015

Sometimes

Sometimes I fear we are silent to the truth
and rather loud to the less significant. 
Sometimes I fear that love is smothered 
And compassion is denied. 
Could it be
That the words we study
Remain lifeless
Arousing out anger
Whilst silent to its inspiration.

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