Every words that out,
On a humans mouth,
May came from the heart,
That shows its’ own art.
The words you speak,
Is from what you think,
For every letter that links,
Your feelings exist.
Your mouth is an art,
You should always be glad,
It’s a blessing from the god,
It’s forever a reward.
Whether your word was bad or good,
And maybe you shout as you could,
besides of pulling out from it a word
It's also a door for every creature’s food.
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