TRUTH?
I went out for a walk through the woods,
to see the ramble and clear my head. Off
to the side the old leaves crumbled, to
groan their chorus as I passed them by.
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I had little to say, but listening is a chorus
more grand. Re-entry makes glad-hands
shake. I shouldn't be here if not for that.
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Hunker down again, for perhaps a miracle
worker may still arrive to paint this shallow
and fen anew : Bright greens and hazy
yellow too. Blue sky, so forthright, high.
Do you hold dear any other truths than
these , and if so, are they just as true?
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