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Wil Kavi

Wil Kavi

How are you?

How are you?
 
The maiden turned
and whispered soft,
her turquoise eyes
as deep as time.
 
How are you?
 
Can you hear
the roaring silence
crash upon the shore ?
 
It’s the sound of
my heart stopping,
as she did implore;
 
How are you?

(2014)

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