Rubadiri

In Liverpool's bustling streets, where tales unfold,

Strolled Rubadiri, a lady brave and bold.

Amidst the crowd, she found a quiet nook,

Where contemplation found its way to look.

Her thoughts meandered, pondering life's rhymes,

As she observed the city's vibrant chimes.

But in her heart, a whisper came to be,

A truth profound, unveiling honesty.

"Those who lie to themselves," she mused aloud,

"Can never gift sincerity, avowed."

For in the depths of self-deception's hold,

Authenticity is but a tale untold.

In Liverpool's embrace, this insight gleamed,

A beacon of awareness, brightly streamed.

For Rubadiri, in her quest for truth,

Found wisdom in the echoes of her youth.

No facade could veil the soul's pure light,

No falsehood cloak the honesty in sight.

For those who lie within their own facade,

Can't offer truth; it's but a fleeting nod.

With newfound clarity, she walked the street,

Her spirit lifted, heart and mind complete.

In Liverpool's embrace, she found the key,

To unlock honesty, pure and free.