I am a loser, yet! a winner.....
i capture the wildest beast ever man has made,
guarded the hummock of an angry lion in the dungeon
and swim the deepest sea; even catch the green shark of
no man had ever timed
i am may be fooled in your witchcraft and escape
of your poison of magic and naked my soul in the pasture
of a hungry mob, yet! my day is not over, i was born to
be strong and wild to face this adversities; drunk the
illusion that close my heart and hold my breath of
entity, a pasture of my escape resonate my powerless
spirit of vanity
i may be a loser of your heart, leaving with open
and wounded blood, as the scars of mark eluded my
spirited being, all seems easy to believe, forgetting that
my resist make you mad
sensing that a winner is coming to get the prize, your
whole body is ready to release for a victor never give and
fade the night, leaving its prey to hold and snare its
whole some taste of flesh
start the galleon to ship a way and leave no mistake
to fight the love enemy to the ground and rise the flag
of unity....it’s over and the night has to fall, for another
dawn is coming.... thank you dear darling
poem by Antonio Liao
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