In the realm of contradiction, in the twilight's dual pull,I sought to unearth a paradox, 'the most beautiful cruel.
A rose with its thorns, a truth in the lies, A clear bluesky, yet clouds on the rise. A smile that hides, a myriad of tears, A laughterechoing, the deepest of fears.
The cradle of life, brings forth the end, A foe in disguise,a traitor friend. In silence profound, the loudest scream, A waking reality,born of a dream.
The melody in discord, the peace in a brawl, The riseembedded in every fall. A love that hurts, a hate that heals, A numbness thattouches, a pain that feels
The kiss of death, so tender and pure, A malady without acure. In the heart of despair, hope’s eternal fuel, Behold, this is 'the mostbeautiful cruel.
[2022/June] original Version