WOUNDED

We never know what someone else is going through Much can be hidden behind smiles. Yet many are wounded in one way or another. And so to stretch out our hands to one anther is to share love and compassion. So that is why I wrote this little poem.

Out of the darkness
I stretch out my hand to you
For all are wounded

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