Love
By Elissa Rosenthal
Stillness is lead by scared little whispers,
Wishing for the breath to hold their caring.
Carefully treading through the thoughts of love,
Life at their fingertips still unknowing.
Unimportance claims the thoughts of the weak,
Crystallizing their fears of being one.
Old thoughts of harsh reality floods mind,
Keep the whispers safe and keep whispers kind.
Love of ones' self creates love is ones' mind.
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