At The Core
Like an onionPeople have many layers
Each one reveals
A little more
Layer by layer
We peel away
Until we reach
The center, the core
The truth behind the person
What's at the core?
A good man or bad?
Just maybe God
At The Core
Like an onionIf I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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