Truth short poem

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Speech is silver but silence is gold,
But I prefer to speak as I am bold,
I am fed-up of lies, can’t speak any more,
Where is the truth that I may adore?
I want to speak the truth, I couldn’t find,
I want to see the truth, I am not blind?
The world is a market where truth is sold,
Everyone is claiming his truth is gold,
It’s me who knows they are selling lies,
Truth does not exist like the skies,
It’s the reach of my weak eyesight,
It’s black if I absorb all the light,
If I reflect all it’s a white so bright,
So it’s me that is truth or a lie,
I can see myself if I can dye,
To dye myself I need to love,
Kick all the lies be freed to love,
Yes, love is the only truth I see,
Burn all the markets, love is free.
See even in love my ego is streaking,
But the lie is a pleasure go on speaking..

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