The Truth

In Poetry
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It’s a mystery of my soul
Neither I nor you know
I ask my self to tell
But my words have no strength
A laugh or a lie
Will change my life
Sorrow and joy
Will be my friends until I die

I’ll ask it from you
Tell me my truth
My truth of yours
Will it be a mystery
Or not at all
Roses are still waiting
Waiting for us
To make my truth
Speak aloud.




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