I have to be Cruel to be Kind

Hatred would last for a day, as it is
sweeten by the wound in a landscape of
swollen pain and ready to die, for nothing
comes first when each foot comes
to rest, move on dying believes to live

look up those broken pieces, as they
capture the tendering smile of tears learned
to echoed in the waiting dream of forgiveness,
where a blooming flower wait to die in the
torrent of the sky

one should not be kind to hook an
elephant, for like flowers need not to bloom
just to be seen by the sun; the rain has long
been waiting to let the butterfly to fly, for
nothing that is not a part will lead us depart

thanks to be human place in a ranch,
peddling to be one to see the wonderful sun:
hay those deep clouds leave us not to be cruel,
just to be kind, for the flesh is nothing when
everything will be gone

endure my pain, those are just a dream
to die …..

poem by Antonio Liao
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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