The Insult's Hid Poem by Patti Masterman
The Insult's Hid
The insult's hid beneath bushels
And bailings, of compliments;
For it's mankinds way to hide the blade
Inside other implements.
My words though, are unwaxxed ones,
My intention bodes no wound;
There is no weapon hidden,
No pain in my words, bound.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
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5/3/2024 11:13:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
That's a reason why your poems and words always liked by the others, No hurt hidden, no bleed to see, only true words said and free :) In our living we must meet someone who act like you said above...for me just say what you want but it wont change the truth we have..Right Patti? .. :) Unwritten Soul