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Aletheia

The sun's slowly sinking

Why doesn't the ocean boil

I'm sitting here thinking

In all of the fresh dug soil

With rainbows and dew

And all the other things too

I guess I don't know

Why should it be

 

The sun now is quite low

I guess that's where it should be

Maybe it's time to go

It's just that I cannot see

What is with this game

And why do we take the blame

It all seems pointless

It seems so sad

 

Where is our happiness

Or was that a passing fad

It's been a while I guess

Now I can't even be mad

From start to the end

No matter the words I've penned

I finish crying

For all will spoil

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timothy-emil-birch
Canadian
Published
Jun 29, 2010
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Copyright June 29, 2010 by Timothy Emil Birch

The title of this poem is old Greek meaning "truth" or more correctly "un-concealed".

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