Seeking, breathless,
Hunting down some Truth
Planting seeds into epiphanies
Until yourself is what you lose
The wild winds will whisper
And the oceans never end
I don’t believe much in Truth
Only Beauty my friend
Disillusion dreamers
Stabbing out their lies
Until all that’s left is empty
Behind their glassy eyes
The birds begin to beckon
And a dead heart begins to mend
I don’t believe much in Truth
Only Beauty my friend
Bombing all the bad guys
Because we believe we know the Truth
Scattering kids into oblivion
My eye for your eyes and a truth for a tooth!
Seven suns are soaring
Casting love until light bends
I don’t believe much in Truth
Only Beauty my friend
When the truth spells out I hate you
When it seeks to separate and divide
When all that’s left is nothing
And your true face is a disguise
Come play in my nature’s playground
Just like Lyssa prophesied
I don’t believe much in Truth
But Beauty never lies
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Sylvia,
Your ‘nature’s playground’ sounds like the ideal place for me today!
I enjoyed your interesting and intriguing write! Glad you’re back!😊
~Laura~
Thanks Laura
Just dipping my feet.
You are always so kind 😊
Thank...YOU!💖
I find your work fascinating!
Wow.... Outstandingly beautiful, I shall be there
Thank you
Always really appreciated
Much peace and respect
You nailed it... as soon as someone starts spouting theirs is the way I'm gone and out of there..........
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