Gentleness is a breeze, telling me her secrets,
Calling through the trees.
Gentleness is clouds, drifting through the sky,
In their brilliant blue home.
Gentleness is hands, reaching out to comfort me,
In my darkest times.
Gentleness is fragile like an old glass vase,
But gentleness is strong when everyone uses it.
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