Kindness is a whisper in a world that shouts,
A gentle stream that flows through droughts.
It costs no coin, yet buys so much,
A heart can change with just a touch.
It walks in shoes both old and worn,
It bandages the soul that's torn.
It doesn’t seek a stage or light,
But glows in corners, soft and bright.
A lifted hand, a patient ear,
A smile that draws the silence near—
Kindness doesn’t ask for praise,
It simply loves, and then it stays.
It grows in gardens few have seen,
Between the harsh, the sharp, the mean.
And though it's quiet, small, and still,
It bends the world to match its will.
So let your words be balm, not blade,
Let grace arise in each choice made.
For in the end, what lingers most—
Is kindness, like a faithful ghost.
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