6 lutego 2012
Critical Thoughts
A thousand cuts are less effective
than one thrust right to the heart.
A thousand words don’t make a sentence
if the truth don’t play a part.
A thousand wishes, true and hopeful,
just stagnate without the deed.
A barren land will stay as empty
without the planting of a seed.
So, thrust your pen into the paper.
Then describe each drop of blood.
Let your words rain down like water,
but don’t turn the dust to mud.
Let the truth be guide and filter
to keep the meaning clear.
Plant your seeds and deeds with meaning,
so they may grow, without the fear.
And each piece, upon its ending,
be aware, it’s just the start.
It’s not your hand that does the writing.
The pen’s gripped firmly by your heart.
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