Power Of Love
nude in the gentle
shallow of thy mother's womb
cried as it goes in the fluid
of emptiness, give
then the lotus tears of freedom
where everyone want to surrender
in the soul, resist
and scribe
live on the fullest
cleverness of hide, thou nothing
escape even the gnashing of the
teeth repaid,
oh come
little gentle lips, as droplets of moist
cover my eyes
the night sleep, even the
sun goes high, what
makes it easy to believe
that whispering ears
call to settle
down the mighty pen of my head
surrender makes my heart
cool in the
warmest of your smile...
poem by Antonio Liao
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