Swoons in silent circles.
Hides in shadows
Dawn to setting sun.
Layered frowns of ups and
downs
Reflecting choices one by one.
Subtle comment
Sudden conflict
Battle scar that never
heals.
Time records
And hearts remember
Every lie the truth
reveals.
Hidden behind walls of
quiet,
Trampled by a thunderous
heard,
Wrapped in rhetoric,
overstated or
Vanquished by a single
word.
Delicate on angel wings.
Balancing on tilted
scale.
Market price?
Sold by the slice.
Sign in window:
“Truth for Sale.”
So it goes and
No one knows just
Where it grows from seeds
of youth.
Its journey fair to bring
it where
Bright beacons glow on
golden truth.
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