Amid the harshness, gentle hands still rise,
A quiet spark against the storm's harsh roar;
Where anger reigns and bitter laughter flies,
A tender act can open every door.
No shout proclaims the mercy freely given,
Yet hearts are moved by what the meek impart;
Kindness shines, a fragment of the heaven
That warms the frostbound corners of the heart.
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