The teeming mob moves on;
The clowns are finally tired;
The high court bids goodnight;
The hand has been forced--
Or, so it seemed to everyone--
And it wasn't even riveting.
Yet, hope clings to the edges--
Waiting for the promised truth;
For, only fools won't perceive
That something, more relevant,
Hasn't been divulged. Again.

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With all the years passing by, I recalled what it takes turning Naïveté into soul full and wise transformations !!

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