Even in the mud The lotus may shine Between the cracks A tender flower grows
And in times of tyranny A loving gesture A word of comfort An act of compassion A look of kindness
Becomes a doorway Through which love is remembered.
And in times of tyranny A loving gesture A word of comfort An act of compassion A look of kindness
Becomes a doorway Through which love is remembered.
— Kavi Jezzie Kockaday
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