Truth is light that can not be grasped
Air with no handles, briefly gasped
Just as light slips through your fingers
Warmth of vapor in your lungs so briefly lingers
To know the truth you must see all
In a crevasse's depths Veritas does fall
Into shadow's realm we can not see
Only where there's sun's glory
Shadows change through the day
As it moves along in its harlequin way
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: November 18th, 2024 05:03
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