In the face of all
I soften
Bitterness I let fall
Wrappings crinkle to ground
Tug would call
I soften
Open heart
Stairway
Words misguided
Guild this path in
Wretched to ash
Ash to gold
Every teacher has his robe
I dont choose the color
It is for me to see its hue
I soften

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