Truth, a prism, facets gleam,
Each reflecting a different scene.
One sees sunrise, warm and bright,
Another, shadows of the night.
Science seeks it, cold and clear,
Measured lines, the answer's near.
Art portrays it, wild and free,
A brushstroke's dance, for all to see.
The heart may hold a whispered truth,
A hidden well, where feelings soothe.
Faith's vision paints a tapestry,
Of unseen worlds, eternally.
Truth, a puzzle, pieces fit,
Each perspective, not a bit
Of falsehood, but a single view,
The whole complete, when all come true.
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