A Helping Hand Poem by Jonatha Moya

A Helping Hand



The seed planted with our small help
becomes a crop.
The flame carefully kindled by us
ignitescivilization.
Now we must
weed our blighted hearts
to feed the moral fire
of our hungry minds.

A Helping Hand
Sunday, June 28, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
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Jonatha Moya

Jonatha Moya

09/07/1955
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