The Last Petal
cautious take simple
arrogant, shifted
in the highway of change; leaving where
an open hand may not close,
to the heart of envied eyes, a callous of pride
beyond any pollen petals of decompose
scented candle hurriedly calls
the melted fog of genuine
leaf, looking where
the wind call and fall into the ground
of fertile soil; letting the moist perfume the
golden lullaby of your stay
forever smell the last leaf to float
and fly where
life goes in the journey of every last
sight...
poem by Antonio Liao
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