the song has been sung. the drums will continue. the noise will not stop until the child is fed. they speak in a language few understand. a puzzle difficult to break. the room is dark but the candle is lit. then they ask: why is the truth far away? suspicion abounds, anxiety grows. no one knew except odd numbers. mouths shut eyes blindfolded but ears could hear. the bees are busy at the beehive box , the termites mix the foliage. the drums will not stop. the truth walk, lies gallop. but the light will shine thru the dark. fingers crossed, all waiting for the force gravity as the burden of truth locks at door.
Posted on: Fri, 05 Jul 2013 13:51:13 +0000
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