A person's words are temporal like the wind that blows outside.
Yet in another person's heart those words cease not abide.
On days while things are good, those good words sure abound.
But on the dark a dreary days, the dark words can be found.
Let not your words bring darkness to the ones you love the most.
Nor to the friend, acquaintance here, make dreary life so close.
For as your words, like winds of life, for certain they will blow.
They will come flurrying back to you when your spirit is so low.
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yes, each action has an equal reaction and what we sow, we reap, that too, in this birth itself. Lovely poem! Perfect 10.