Truth comes
fluttering through the trees
Truth waits for no one
a sneeze and she is there
Truth comes through the vines that flank my yard
Beyond the fountain that seeks water to flow
Truth is everywhere written on the flying bird
on the clouded sky on the rim of madness and
sadness
I wait for her
Do not utter a word
Until, the day is here
Lines of communication are open
Loud and clear
This is the first is many a year
Truth comes like a silk dancer
On the wind of memory and deed
Truth lies in the meadow of silence
Heed, Heed!
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