An Ounce Of Candle
An ounce of candle
do i have to close my eyes
just to have a little drops
of melted candle
well my fingers hold each other
for a little prayer, while there
is no incense burn
is that day brings me to the grave, thou
my wish is not yet heard, tell not
for tomorrow my ways will be over
a chance of peep in heaven brings luck
in your knee and a tender smile chase
pain of hell
Please DEAR GOD save me...
poem by Antonio Liao
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