Ring
Splendid
like the glittering sky in my
finger, wash that stay
with me, till my
death comes in the windmill
of wind
in special life with you.....my dear...one,
Darling of the ring i always
say to live with
you
until death comes in my midst
to live; as death knock
in the door step of the
knights of a moment
in the fingers
i live and say goodbye....dear
to you
poem by Antonio Liao
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