Oft early darkness shrouds our thought;
But inner moods perhaps are caught
in fleeting glance, or gentle sigh …
Where hidden depths reach for the sky.
So often, feelings must be hid
Hence, white lies do what they are bid;
A smile that’s forced, does not convince
Or briefly fools us – at a pinch!
Truth and reality are gems
But through those damned screens, it depends;
Such tech-links mean our aura’s lost
Beware slick scam or double-cross …
Statesmen know the game to play
Their fancy rhetoric can sway …
Yet we should always be aware
What lurks behind the glossy stare!
That’s why an honest soul is rare;
A friendship built on trust and care
Can tell a harsh truth which is tough;
How many do this? Not enough!
(c) Poet in the woods 2025
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