The
truth lives deep in soil,
natural, life-teeming, indisputable.
The foundations of the walls and shutters in our hearts
creak, holes gaping.
They are just dust, fragments,
the truth is acid on them, dissolving.
The truth springs – gazing in our eyes, shining:
saying “you are my mother, sister, father, brother,
I am your mother, sister, father, brother,
we belong, intimately.”
The truth lives deep within,
inherent, everlasting.
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