Shadow of Perfection
heroine falls to the windfall
of no turning back, where brave
always hide the pride
of honor, dismay
yet! humble in the snow drops
of tears
frame me up to
the vintage of hope and capture
my daily emotion wandering
in the valley of life
as windfall touches my
fingers of goals, leaving behind
the window of
lasting hope, I’ll come to rest
pray comes in the
shadow of perfection waiting the
sun glow of respecting moist
on shepherd hands of
the night, letting the bits
to rise thou nothing a new
shine in every morning mist
poem by Antonio Liao
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