Appearances can be Deceiving
''The Truth can Hide Behind the Seen''
Beneath the surface, lies a guise,
A veil that hides, a false disguise.
What seems so bright may cast a shade,
In glossy truths, deceptions laid.
The smile you see may mask the ache,
A tranquil sea with hidden quake.
In polished words, in perfect scenes,
The truth can hide behind the seen.
For in the gloss, what truths are veiled?
In charming tales, where honesty failed.
Appearances can weave a spell,
Where falsehoods and illusions dwell.
So seek the depth, look past the show,
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So true