Truths and lies are flown in the sky.
Their flights are from the wind they take.
Truths might hit dunes and go buried.
Lies might reach towers and stay there.
What stays in scriptures and epics,
What stay in histories and legends
And what remain from hear-say
Can be the lies seasoned as truths
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Your imagination is wonderful as well as accurate! Nay! It's not imagination! It is also a truth! Very well said. With Regards!