Happy Death
touch
the silent bang of the night,
while the great
echo of sleep conquer the dusk
Of the eternal passion
always
in a hurry the close won’t close
yet the light comes
deem for the door often peep
to see
droplets
of dew fall, waiting the soil
to grow touching
every fertile land to bloom, nothing
is done with you
have gone
last minute
your eyes call, saying good bye
that’s makes us fool,
as dried check wonderfully
comes in the shower of rain
takes every grain
to end
poem by Antonio Liao
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