A Kind of Snowball
Little acts of kindness
Are not so little at all
For they soon accumulate
Like flakes making a snowball,
And then, with forward motion
Those acts grow so immense
That they could fill the whole world
If we give kindness a chance.
A Kind of Snowball
Little acts of kindness
Are not so little at all
For they soon accumulate
Like flakes making a snowball,
And then, with forward motion
Those acts grow so immense
That they could fill the whole world
If we give kindness a chance.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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