Truth and beauty seem but a rumor, a fleeting notion, a glimpse, a glance, and then vanished.
Love and peace seem but distant melodies, barely audible, a cry of the heart, beset with life’s noise.
Justice and mercy seem but a dream, a soul’s desire, rarely tasted, lost in the polarized confusion of “what is truth?”
Life, this ashen figurine, dancing just beyond the straining hand, collapses into dust on contact.
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