Words can sting and words can wound,
Like sharp stones, they can astound.
If your thoughts are not so sweet,
Best to let them stay discreet.
A quiet mouth is often wise,
When unkind words start to rise.
Hold them back, let silence bloom,
And keep your heart from casting gloom.
No need to cause a bit of strife,
Just live your own, peaceful life.
If nothing good comes to your tongue,
Best to keep your spirit young,
Just let the silence do its part,
A gentle kindness for every heart.
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