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Jul 2017
There is a sound;
Under which all grief and pain is drowned
There is a feeling;
That encompasses all meaningful healing
There is a taste;
That sweetens all bitter waste
There is a sight;
That reveals hope in the darkest night
There is a smell;
That repudiates the idea of Hell
There is a touch;
That removes the need for any crutch
There is a lie;
That says strong men do not cry
There is a truth;
That is snatched away from the innocent youth
There is a word;
That is often misheard
This overlooked abstraction
Can be said in one simple phrase:
Unto all sentience, have Compassion
Justin Chapman
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Justin Chapman  27/M/South Africa
(27/M/South Africa)   
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