I may not be able to help you in this lifetime
Your toughened self may go hard to the grave
My entreaties to open your soul may continue to be rejected
And you may always push away kindness from someone else

You might firmly shut the door to softness of the heart
And I may mourn this loss to my dying day
But in the world of my making, you'll live and you'll love
In a world of my making, I will set you free.
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August 21st, 2018


Photo Credit:
Jorge Quinteros