As I grow
life grows in
many
ways, hurt and
wounded
yet! it survive, puzzling
encounter
feeling
low or high
never forward
but
always upward
say that iam gone, now
have
found, stand
and
never run, that
day is all ways
be done
live and feel
your
chance is only
to see, the dew is
in you're
hands, dust in the
hitting sun
now
your been
gone
poem by Antonio Liao
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