No.
They look tired.
They seem hardened.
Some look utterly exhausted.
Beaten, bumped and scarred.
by life.
Physically and emotionally…
drained.
I pray peace for them.
a warm, soft and safe place
to lay their weary hands and heads.
Soft. hard.
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Thoughts and Tales…A Lifestyle Blog with a Zing.
a cooking pot and twisted tales 
So much is contained in this short poem, but the message is brilliantly expressed. It’s so good to see you around Jacqueline. I haven’t read you in a long time…how are you?
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Hello Khaya, it’s good to hear from you. Life’s turns took me round several bends but my mind was always here. I am trying to get back to blogging and seeing my dear friends in this space.
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Life in recent years has been very challenging… But it’s good to have you back. ❤
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