An evocative poem by Dr Molly, exclusively for Different Truths.
Life an aggregate of the multiple shifting shadows that silhouette only to fade and disappear... efforts to tie the shoe lace holding both ends... vain. no, things fall, tear apart the game getting futile repetitive... the mundane! your circle can'be broken until you cease... taking in taking out breathing in breathing out splattered with usual montones hinged on lethargy, sleep... Yet the search perennial goes on yes, the moon is there atop through shrouded by the foliage thick...
Picture by poet