Truth

I heard you say the Truth

I heard you say the Truth.
 
They say it ends. Everything that begins will have to face it. It is the ultimate truth, yes, death is. But is it really?
 
Why does one hope then? Why is there a belief, a truth that empowers one to rise whenever they fall?
 
That what has gone, does it fills the emptiness?
 
An empty road on a hillside seems endless and you hope.
 
The sun sets down and the brilliant golden colour makes the eyes wet and you believe.
 
You see a butterfly loving a flower, a laugh nearby and then you share the smile…and you breathe in the truth of lifetime.
 

 

Orange black butterfly, orange love.
Image by JL G from Pixabay

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