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And then the words fell in the precipice

While the rocks tumbled and the

Words it stood there at the Being which

Had Created thge situation of

Happiness many decades ago

Something so inconsequential that

There is no possibility of It

Happening again but did i forget

The Umbrella as the Evening Sun

Is still Harsh in the eye but

Are you talking of the places you went

Where there were no need to balk at strangers

While the Acrobats were doing their

Act

But the crowd were worried of the Peril of Hanging
precariously

But then isnt precariousness a relative Truth for all of us
periliously close

To Truth

But yet Truth eludes us

Foe we hide most of the things

Hiding is inherent in Human Beings

Transparency is a chimera

We all want to hide never disclose

We hide we want to hide

Our thoughts of Fear Anger Greed

And go about as themost gentle of Souls

What a chimera

But the Truthful

Find out Eventually