Dully Doll
playing with joy, a laughter
that made the wood to cry, even
the great strong trees
wait the zoom breeze of the sea
cliff hanged the beautiful fully
grown flower, where the pollen
calls the roaring tide to fly, the
run where the Lilies sleep the
bird has something to say
droplets of spring color the
tide, Molave falls in love because
of thundering claps of baron
flee, come loving darling of Mt Fuji
waited for so long to find its
beauty
sharp tag in the every pub, the
belt loosen every pocket tab …
poem by Antonio Liao
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