Chasing Truth : A Poem

In its form of dark and light, it follows

Giving chase to all vulnerability of me

Like a small child, its wants are innocent

Yet its means are not tempered and dogmatic

A lull comes from the artistry, the work

Despite all intentions, there are rises and falls

Seclusion of a reflection brings forth a moment of clarity

Still puzzled, I reach deeper to that place of yearning

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