For the love of people
The heart is opened to each as a potential friend,
Ready to talk as if there is no time... soul to soul, no walls.
Kids have to wait because there are others around;
She does not carry the burden of unforgiveness, or bitter feelings
That would make the eyes look them in askance,
And pass quickly, and hide to hate.
Glossy lake is the heart now, with a boat on it, no monsters lurking,
A garden with trees and a stream, a picnic basket near by,
Have a seat here... we are all different, but not too different...
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