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Jun 2010
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
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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Timothy Emil Birch
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