Give the Pain...
cried
so loud and whisper
all the pain, the given wound block
the passage of a
wishing star to shine in the
utmost breathe
hands
open, always feel the coming
wind of the dust,
as the finger wave and
say sweet tomorrow
to fly; a wiggle
of tail in the night star of an evening
glossary
fashion
on every leaves
and live according to the palm of the
fingers of a deep sleep
of memory
standoff where it begun, find today
the seeds of the future
to live
breathe dear Heart …
poem by Antonio Liao
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