The Hatching Season
droplets
wit nothing than a leaf
and the sun touches
the ground as the
worm waiting the birds
to catch
come little
thunderstorm and let
not the sun shine
its ray, the darkness
still want to
sleep and the firefly
want more to play
cool doesn't make
any sense, for even the
worm wants more to stay,
what makes a
tree grow when nothing
left than just a
river flows
poem by Antonio Liao
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