Nothing can compare, when the word needs not to be shared.
Its expressions are felt, just in action, no doubt its there.
A simple jester, a smile,a touch of the hand.
The embrace, from a stranger, just go say i care.
It lifts us up, brings joy to your heart, moves the doubt, others perpetrators eyes reveal.
If you know, this precious gift, i write about, go show love, without word. It's felt.
Michael Powers
"STYXX ON FIRE "
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 10:09 AM UTC
Nothing can compare, when the word needs not to be shared.
Its expressions are felt, just in action, no doubt its there.
A simple jester, a smile,a touch of the hand.
The embrace, from a stranger, just go say i care.
It lifts us up, brings joy to your heart, moves the doubt, others perpetrators eyes reveal.
If you know, this precious gift, i write about, go show love, without word. It's felt.
Michael Powers
"STYXX ON FIRE "
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