#316 (rumours)

thin walls, open doors

and many ears

a fact becomes a story

a story becomes a tale

a tale becomes a myth

between the narrators

chunks of truth are mined

from a never ending

streak of gold

little lies sprout

and grow on to be told

names are blown around,

dark dandelion seeds

float to cover the ground

only time now can tell

if they drink from new springs

or start poisoning the well

© Matthias Geh, 12th June 2018

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