Timeless Treasure
lend me to guide
the ancient path of sight,
and the lurk calls the dawn that capture
every step in the dominion of perfection
I quest
take all what is beautiful in dream,
wash away the picture of what is naïve in my heart,
as you task my soul and
cleanse every romance that taints my gagging
pain of the past where you guide gently my design
and push my strength into the
aroma of your forgiven Heart, I indulge the
sweet day I surrender
touch me oh! Lord, the sacred sworn
capture my day …
poem by Antonio Liao
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