Oh, ye sensitive souls,
those who know
when a kind word
is needed most,
but perhaps not why,
or how desperately.
May you always
receive the same.
Oh, ye sensitive souls,
who know where the
spot is most tender
and press hard,
until tears flow,
so you can feel your
own power.
May you know weakness.
May it heal you.
Oh, ye sensitive souls,
that are not yet born,
that are even now
choosing this life,
your path, your trials,
your joys, your heartbreaks,
take heart, you are needed.
May you know meaning
and great good
and hope.
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I love the words of this poet!
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