Music
lines tangle
the cease mind, hibernate
in the season of time
hey! soul laugh
every joy, thou
ears wish to learn, the lips
hold to go home,
wait little angel, look
up the sky for the eternity
universe sing
for joy
music rings and
the echo of the axes
turn its part, sounded like
crumbled stone beneath
the ocean lines;
a calm of moment of time before
started to exist
the genuine life listen, where
the passion lives, leads
me to rest, as the turn
of tide subside...
poem by Antonio Liao
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