The Last page
great you have sworn the sky with memories
to witness the grandeur of the past pages
surfing the present, and win the prize of torn
and the Laurel of success that have gracefully
bloom in the garden of the future
the fire has known the direction of every
breathe, as the flame eats every wood to dust
burn each gases to ease the wet, and keep
down darkness to light, the journey comes
no more when the eyes is close to rest in the
ground
the waiting is over, the flesh crumble
to take that earthly rest …
poem by Antonio Liao
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