A tiny amber glass peaks
brilliantly from the sands.
The sun captures it for my eye.
But then there is a sudden shift
and I can't see the tiny shard,
the delicate truth my eye desired
is hidden, victim to the shifting grains
of deceit. Truth where are you?
and I can't see the tiny shard,
the delicate truth my eye desired
is hidden, victim to the shifting grains
of deceit. Truth where are you?
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