TruthA Wisp of light slips past my lips. Flowing t’ward An obscure world. Undulating hope Seeking anchor in dark soil. Once sown This love will grow Full and strong, With symmetric limbs, And enchanting sway. Then they’ll come Out from the night, To see this thing, That casts dusk away. They’ll touch in awe Their eyes filled up, By this thing That casts lies away. Alas, exploring hands Will find the fruit- They’ll touch it to their lips. The ones who bite Are the ones that live To sow sTruth
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