Tyrant Dream
lay down
me in the nook of your dream,
nothing seems where the night
is close; thou the bright sleep
down the hammock of
your sweet dream the
cool fresh of Lebanon calls
your cause
hurdle down the line of stone
of wizard of intrigue, calm me
down the daylight of truth,
even tears rushing to fall, the
finger tips hold to open
bring back the sword of history
never again the beginning wish the
day to come, same in the memory
of today for the past remembered
the moment of yesterday
indulge, wish me not but peace
in the heart i stay...
poem by Antonio Liao
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