The last Call
just a little smile, reminds the
wrinkle to tear apart, and the
whole face rejuvenate to
grow
the last point is the end of
every beginning, as whisper
breathe of what is life, the
sweat brings blooming flower
to sprout again, leaving the
pain behind leads every
sadness to joyous atmosphere
hear the last call, for a moment
of a minute you’re on the lasting
paradise, a resting beginning of
an endless passion of the soul
take in, you’re most welcome …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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