The Scrutiny of Truth: Erosion of Lies
Amidst the granite, smooth and cold,
In the dark of night, secrets unfold,
Lies are stones, sharp yet brittle,
In the river's course, their power belittled.
Soft undertones of truth, like water they seep,
Through crevices narrow, in silence they creep,
Years cascade by, relentless, unyielding,
Lies wear thin, their facade revealing.
Erosion expurgates with patient might,
Chiseling at dusk, shaping the night,
Truth, the river, in patience flows,
Wearing down falsehoods as time bestows.
In the chasms where deceit once thrived,
Truth emerges, weathered, alive,
For in the river's merciless pace,
Lies erode, bequeathing truth in their place.
Copyright ©
Mickey Grubb
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