Wait...
I can't smile, I can't node, and I can't talk
but wait even the air have listen my wisher
I can't touch, I can't feel, I can't wait,
yet the birds and the Lilies in the stream
can smell the fragrance of my choice
I can't move, I can't sing, I can't murmur
thou my hands is quiet as the crystal clean
that hold your palm, before you where born
to live
I am in your Heart that clings your
openness...
poem by Antonio Liao
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