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Truth (Other) by eyrbare Truth is like a violet leaf
Hidden in the summer heat,
Coming to color
in the brisk, autumn air.
Up the ladder:
fireflies die too
Down the ladder:
Mad
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Posted: November 17, 2003 2:05 PM PST; Last modified: November 17, 2003 2:05 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.0715218 Overall Rank: 6585 Comments:
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sliver @ 63.190.80.132
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17-Nov-03/3:16 PM
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This is the closest one to a poem, I still need to read one more of yours.Somewhat thought provoking. I shall bestow an seven
The leaf is not violet to start with. Not being violet it is hidden (but how does heat hide). Comes to colour in autumn. We see it.
This I think is the only way it makes sense but it is not the obvious interpretation. Also it is a million miles from my own understanding of truth. Other than that............ not bad.
Actually, do you know what you have here? A factually accurate peek at how humans grow when things turn "cold". Don't touch it.
Thanks for the great comment!
Finish your website!!! U.W. Barron county eh? Kenosian myself.
We'll be expecting more from you.
Thanks a bunch! Especially great to here comments from a fellow UWer. My website is a continous project; it shall never be completely finished. But I hope to be adding more of my work(s) later. =)
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