Lure The Flower To Laugh
Bless oh! Lord every moist that touches
each dew to fall, down the smooth and
sooth skin of flower that call every morning
glows
darling the day with joy and prosperous
light to lay down your energy to make
it full and easy to move for another day
to grow
savor the moment of hope and cherish with
sweet embrace the life saving breath of
laughter, in every fresh of wind hauls as
each pollen sipped by refreshing needle of
Butterfly and Bees of my nectar
thank you Dear Lord, I commence...
poem by Antonio Liao
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