the all things grand,
the all things whole,
bothers with the broken
amends our mold
with a hug in distress
a gentle caress
He is One who listens softly
opposite of hardly
note:
to my pessimistic friend who may or may not be reading this, who has very little confidence in my vocal endeavors, who just keeps on hatin' yo - it's your turn to share a poem.
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