Minds ...

Minds ...
It's can tu be,
Sometime very soft and warm.
As fluff of bird or women hair.
But sometime it ...
Can be as steel to cold,
And deadly kill.
Yes ...
Minds.
What we have inside,
Or time to time,
Send it ... outside from us.
Minds ...
Sometimes,
It like a bird's feather soft.
And sometimes ...
It can to kill like a knife stab.
But ...
It's only minds.
Because of what, we ...
Sometimes ...
We're not owners.
Or ... masters.