Edge of December
cut every lines, hold every moment the
time is just a beginning of lasting memories to
remember that life is now to live
back all the pack, leave nothing than a mark
the sweat hold on to breath
for only you can pick the glory of success of today
come every passion everything will past like
cool tiding breeze hammock in the baby's breast
In deep sleep a braced in the mother‘s tongue
rest
poem by Antonio Liao
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