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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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