Poems ✍️

  07.11.2025
  13


Author: Random Acts of Kindness Day

The Language of Hearts

There is a language pure and sweet,
That every heart can quickly meet.
It needs no sound, no written line —
It speaks through care, it’s called kind.


When anger fades and love appears,
It wipes away the weight of years.
For kindness builds where hatred fell,
It speaks what words cannot quite tell.




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