Sunday, 5 February 2012

I heard you say the Truth


I heard you say the Truth
They say it ends. Everything that begins will have to face it. It is the ultimate truth, yes death is. But is it really?
Why is there a hope then, a belief, a truth for some that it is still there and that emptiness fills them?
An empty road on a hill side seems endless and you hope.
The sun sets down and the brilliant golden colour makes the eyes wet and you believe.
You see a butterfly loving a flower, a laugh nearby and then you share the smile…and you breathe in the truth of lifetime.


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