Winsome is a sense most rare.
It reaches out and grasps the air.
Sparkles seem to form like dew
and suddenly things just feel renewed!
The gift flows out with such sweet peace.
Unconscious really, its full of ease.
The one who’s brushed by its caress
can feel the shift , it’s like a kiss!
The harsh can never live in this.
Their fingers always shifting blame.
The haughty rule with fiercest stare
while children innocently eat its fare.
This broken world it longs for grace,
that comes in soft with joy’s embrace.
The one who lives as winsome’s twin
will always have what work can’t win.
Author – Bill Tidsbury