Erupting from the mouth unleashed,
Like hot lava as they spring,
Percing the heart and burning the soul,
The harsh word is a powerful thing.
Like the leaves that burn and crumble,
As the hot fire scorches the vine,
Leaving only blackend ashes,
Burnt forever in the mind.
Lush and green the vine grows,
When spoken words are tender,
Chosen with love and care,
Sweet fruit, these words render.
So be carefull when you speak,
For you harvest what you sow,
And harsh words unleashed,
Can create a bitter foe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem