Truth Poem by Martin Moore

Truth

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Time alone is precious spent
for it's only in this quiet hour
that our true nature's sad lament
can be revealed and overpowered
to shew sincerity itself
the daily mask can now be tossed
and placed upon the hidden shelf
to face the mirror image lost

Truth
Sunday, October 22, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: reflection
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Martin Moore

Martin Moore

Kilkenny, Ireland
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