Your
delicate demeanor
goes
a long way to produce
a
palliative sheen -- or
at the best a gentle truce
between
the blunt unsaid
and
the uncomfortably felt –
to
waylay any dread
behind
the neatly tightened belt
of
your sweet well-bred smile --
which
calms the breeding storm –
effects
a lack of guile
that
manages to warm
the
troubled soul progressively.
When
angst begins to foment
the
fearful heart obsessively,
manners
save the moment.
.
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