We seek to find in verses plain an essence clear for us to gain for words can twist and likewise blind but Truth remains in verse refined.
In a wooded forest of ornate lines a tree of truth whose roots entwine in simple verse its meaning shines clear and bright like sparkling wine..
With each word chosen and crafted right a poet’s quest to bring truth to light not through the dark of endless night but on crystal wings each verse takes flight.
In tangled woods of prose we stray on lilting verse the Truth holds sway a path of words both clear and grey guides us true along every way.