Truth is hidden
By Oliver Hua
August 2nd,2018
Toronto
Truth is hidden
It hides in the city
It disappeared amongst a crowd
It becomes quiet
In the loudest moment of time
Truth is hidden
It hides in the countryside
Wind blows in waves
The corn fields are waving
They are waving with the wind
Truth is hidden
It hides in this hottest hot summer
The sun is burning the earth
In every ordinary household
Truth is baking in a kitchen stove
Truth is hidden
It hides in your neighborhood parks
So humid and sticky is the passing days
Tears and sweat are all waters with salt
The salt is the truth hidden in a plain water
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