An evocative poem by Dr Molly, exclusively for Different Truths.
Life an
aggregate
of the multiple
shifting shadows
that silhouette
only to fade
and disappear...
efforts to
tie the shoe lace
holding both ends...
vain.
no, things
fall, tear apart
the game
getting futile
repetitive...
the mundane!
your circle
can'be broken
until you cease...
taking in
taking out
breathing in
breathing out
splattered with
usual montones
hinged on
lethargy, sleep...
Yet
the search
perennial
goes on
yes, the moon
is there atop
through shrouded
by the foliage
thick...

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