A Lingering Kiss Of The Buttterfly
indulge the sweetness of droplet dew
like you hold the smooth poison of every
froze, making the lurking dawn the
chill of the winter fog
come the moisturizing cream, dropp a
little while you go, the night close may not
for neither you grow in the meadow of
Oasis green in the middle of the
desert wind
oh! dried in every palm, tell as you
what you know, for nothing left
of the petal pad than a joy of the teardrops
pour, into the breathless cool of the season
greeting of thirst
poem by Antonio Liao
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