'The truth is not always beautiful or beautiful words, the truth.' ~Lao Tzu
* The truth is not always beautiful or beautiful words from sugared lips, the truth. The Trojan Horse delivered to the door, comes in disguise. Sturdy in design of wood, but empty as a trickster who plies her trade amongst unwary and the inevitable susceptible naïveté akin to the Greeks’ quaint love for the common old garden grasshopper of all colours — a Greek tragedy in the making, rivalling that of Sophocles. My truths are more complicated than the above: an exposé wrapped in the variable old clichés of devotion and eternal love of the other. Keeping the secrets of others is a burden to be suffered in silence until a beautiful death do us part – then rendezvous in eternity.
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