Cruel and beautiful, by Wil Kavi

Wil Kavi

Cruel and beautiful

I cried again today,

and I did not die.

I even know why

it is I cried today.

Because the truth

so cruel and beautiful,

bled upon my sorrow,

so to stir and flush

long welled up tears

into the endless river

and forever out to sea.

(2013)

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