The boneless tongue, a serpent so sly,
Though small and unarmored, it brings tears to the eye.
A weapon unseen, a venomous dart,
It can crush reputations, and tear a kind heart.
Sharper than steel, its wounds fester and sting,
Leaving scars deeper than any the sword can bring.
Words, once released, take flight like a dove,
But unlike the bird, they can't be recalled by love.
The heart may be the storehouse, where thoughts first reside,
But the tongue is the gateway, where they freely confide.
So choose your words wisely, with prudence and care,
For careless pronouncements, a heavy burden they bear.
Let your voice be a builder, a beacon of light,
Uplifting and strengthening, banishing the night.
For the tongue, like a flame, has the power to mend,
To heal broken spirits, and make a true friend.
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