Reality's embrace, where journey's wend,
In the quiet moments before dawn's first light,
Truth emerges from the depths of night.
A symphony of senses, touch and sight,
Where dreams and aspirations take flight,
In the mundane rhythm of everyday,
Lies the essence of what we convey.
Through laughter's echo and tears that fall,
In triumph's rise and moments small,
Reality weaves its intricate thread,
In the stories of the living and the dead.
From whispered promises to echoes of regret,
In choices made and paths we set,
Reality, a canvas both stark and grand,
Where we find ourselves, where we stand.
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Comments (1)
"In the quiet moments before dawn's first light, Truth emerges from the depths of night." What I learnt from this is, in the time range of one thing ends and another happens the truth of the previous thing can be easily visible.