Poem: Conversations



I prefer the real ones,
never simple,
rarely pure,
a people reaching holiness
one mistake at a time,
walking through their hells
until, refined,
they outshine anything
the fake ones can ever imagine.

About this poem.

Inspired by an Oscar Wilde quote:  “The truth is rarely pure and never simple.”.


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