Hear me Oh! Lord
in the shadow of death the lifeless
flesh echo in the side of the night, turning
the morning into a whispering of
thundering lightning of past; putting the
empty sky a space of pain of clouds
let the angel hover my fate, the luminous
scented halo cover my wings of
steadfast touch; the end is near and
the cool humid froze endlessly welcome
my soul, I am dying no more, than to leave
my home
oh! Dear Lord my lips just murmur
and my eyes sleep conquers my flesh, feel
the pain my Lord and take me near to the
sweet home your reserve for me
here I am Lord and nothing is ever empty.....
poem by Antonio Liao
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