Is This True?
Some place beyond this state of morning sun,
evening moon and soaking rain, between the
days we dance and the cries we utter
there is.
Sometimes I can feel this is world.
Most times I can only sense this is.
When lies come my way I know this is not true.
Eyes that do not match the lips that speak is a sure sign.
there is foolery afoot.
What a puzzle that the latter half of life is full of is's if
we only look.
M.Bryant
4-9-9
evening moon and soaking rain, between the
days we dance and the cries we utter
there is.
Sometimes I can feel this is world.
Most times I can only sense this is.
When lies come my way I know this is not true.
Eyes that do not match the lips that speak is a sure sign.
there is foolery afoot.
What a puzzle that the latter half of life is full of is's if
we only look.
M.Bryant
4-9-9
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