the truth is made of marmalade,
the world is made of dreams;
the bravest now must stand alone,
or so it seems —
the world’s comprised of you-and-i’s,
the truth sits lonely, shining:
and why it all must be this way
there’s no
divining
the truth is made of marmalade,
the world is made of dreams;
the bravest now must stand alone,
or so it seems —
the world’s comprised of you-and-i’s,
the truth sits lonely, shining:
and why it all must be this way
there’s no
divining
Love this
I love this!
I always thought that the truth was made of strawberry jam.
Loved it! Amazing poem! 😊👍
“golden” ambient light that shines around the corner and joins its sister lights in something much more enduring than You and I. It only seems to stand alone. you’ve created a a lovely image in your poem.