Within the fortress,
Hidden by sarcastic turrets
Pithy cannons
And cold steel doors;
Behind trip-lines
Landmines
And razor-wire
Is a box
Hardly worth the adventure --
For cradled inside
Is a small china cup,
Handle off and chip in rim;
But looking past the cracked glaze
You might see
That the hands which painted its flowers
Were delicate
And kind.
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We do a lot to hide ourselves. There are all kinds of barriers to be overcome if you're really going to get to know and love another person. Sometimes the walls are higher because that person doesn't see his/her own worth. The right determination can get past the obstacles, but it sometimes takes special sight to be able to find the true value of a soul.
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