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Encounters with Truth
By Don Iannone

In a sun-filled clearing in the woods,
I discovered truth,
which spoke to me through a gentle wind,
reminding me to be moved,
Clinging to the edge of a jagged cliff,
truth spoke to me,
urging me to hold onto what is real within me,
While waiting for the light to change
on a busy city street corner,
my heart told me to wait for the right time
to make the right moves in life,
While writing this poem,
I met the god of my own self-understanding,
who reminded me to live my own poetry.

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