A Trace Remains
Through our lives we waste away,
never knowing our true purpose.
Part of the truth remains locked within,
hidden in our thoughts.
All our truths go unacknowledged,
and are lost.
But I know that a trace of the truth,
remains in me.
A trace remains in me.
Copyright © Angel Garcia | Year Posted 2016
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