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Truth as a sense

What was once so close Is now far away. Does truth have to last Beyond that place in the day? It is not what we see, Pictures can lie. Politicians’ words, my ears do not buy. Taste is a lie, E-numbers widespread. The same with smell, Perfumes from plants long dead. That only leaves touch, Is this the honest sense? No, a stroking hand Might not care, Danger concealed by warm air. All that remains is what we feel Only that can be real. Before the moment must change And the memory fade. But my eyes feast on rays Reaching down through the clouds Warming fields below Growing crops and livestock. The smile of my child Shows a heart full of love A kiss, kind words Here and true to the touch.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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