And there is this truth,
that this world may or may not know,
but would never say out loud;
Veils pulled apart,
fall into place,
time and again.
Veils of darkness,
fall in by evening.
Veils of stars,
fall over scars.
Veils of you chasing life,
get pulled over you,
and you trip over indolence.
Veils pulled apart,
never stay clipped.
And winds find them a swing,
swaying for lies, over truths.
There, is this truth
The world would never say out loud.
~ ©️ Sapphire stella
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