the touch of your hand, along the pain of another,
The scent of your breath in the hope of your brother. This is where kindness lives.
An open space that was closed to tomorrow, so warmly created,
the sigh of peace flooding a heart where hatred abated. This is what kindness did.
There is no one else, no one prepackaged, conditioned,
There's no one created to bear out this mission. You are the kindness, you are the light, if you wish it.
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