Sometimes the word that must be heard,
flows from a distant shore,
that on the whole can touch the soul,
and reach into one's core.
They give a hint to change the tint,
and thus, refine the ore.
Those with a stand quite near at hand,
may sometimes miss success.
Their ill-advised, but well disguised
words often just digress,
and flaw the thought, but come to naught,
with comments to impress.
Some shed the light that gives insight,
by speaking from the soul,
observing art that will impart
integrity of whole:
emotion finds, devotion binds,
and thus we reach our goal.
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