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We All are Never Angels!

So hard to give only healing affectionate words to anyone.


So hard to give only emotionally touching words to anyone.


As necessarily as words for sending own loving mind are so hard to make told one convinced, creating only touching words for all poets is so hard, they all seldom make it.


But it's no problem, because we all are never Angels, having also sulky, bad temper time, and giving all so compassinate emotion to anyone and only giving so gentle words to anyone are so also hard to us.


Nobody could do so well, so always, you know!
We all are never Angels.


And as necessarily as telling ones, told ones are either so.


In so tough and harshly no-exit days for us, how can we have only so generous-minded emotion and its driving words to anyone?


But if we try to have it, our own words for the one must touch the told one's exhausted mind, you know.


It's so hard to send only so lavable words and mind to anyone, never yet even to truly beloved one, we all are never Angels, neither poets.


Any poet tries to make the one's so beautiful, either I want me so contantly, but any poet is neither Angels, just one thing I want at least to send only not injuring words to anyone.


We all are not Angels, with its truth, I want me so honestly kind at least beloced ones.





Apr. 24, 25th.   2021