On a quiet night journey
i gaze out in silent of the moon light night
and whisper on the north east wind, the
alluring sound of the cricket, pushing me
to sleep
i raised my head, though closing my eyes,
remembered in my distance land, where
the sprouting of the trees relieve and
left adore
i bowed my heads and look back on my far a way
home, waiting and calling me back, to
salute the birth place i leave, the breezing
of echoes deep sitting in my lap
poem by Antonio Liao
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