Facades

There are cracks not all see
Behind the scenes
When all facades are torn
Sometimes we are too tired
Trying to unravel what it means

The truth is alway there
The one thing that stays
Life is in your eyes
Reach into mine
Take me back to that place
Where the wild roses grow

Stoic Poetry

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