As The Days Goes Bye
count every moment, lives in dream
see every move little the horizon
find and hear the wind fulfill
your destiny
gone hold every breath, yet the
wind blew its feather wings
making every done cease to come again
wait the past for it would never
be the same, tame that cool rain and
pain, for it is like a dancer who
always swing in every rhythm that
bring
poem by Antonio Liao
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