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I know you
see the truth
in every
tale told lie.
But can’t you
see that what
is golden,
white, and fine?
Unpainted,
untouched, and
forgotten
to be seen.
Lie blank, white.
Captured in
its beauty,
wiping down
obscured dust.
With clean hands.
Sun, come in;
Shed your light
so there is
nothing new
under your
glare. Color, hands,
work your magic,
let us see.
Paint until
truth is shown
to avoid lies
and trouble;
paint until
tales unfurl,
telling truth
without care;
paint until
hearts smile
without any
troubled doubt;
until your
true self has
appeared here,
in this world.
see the truth
in every
tale told lie.
But can’t you
see that what
is golden,
white, and fine?
Unpainted,
untouched, and
forgotten
to be seen.
Lie blank, white.
Captured in
its beauty,
wiping down
obscured dust.
With clean hands.
Sun, come in;
Shed your light
so there is
nothing new
under your
glare. Color, hands,
work your magic,
let us see.
Paint until
truth is shown
to avoid lies
and trouble;
paint until
tales unfurl,
telling truth
without care;
paint until
hearts smile
without any
troubled doubt;
until your
true self has
appeared here,
in this world.
♠ ♠ ♠
As we read, we find so many lies. But on a white canvas, on a white board, on a picture collage, we can see the truth. We want to create the light that everyone can see, that expresses ourself.*Comment and tell me how I did.