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...
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