Turn off the Century.....
a little spark split, fire and smoke clashes light like a pieces
of flare that chorus the whole chamber, seem pasted around
the midst of a movement of mob, switching off the dazzling
chaos of misery with empty handed ear of voice
as the smoke cleanse the fire, sprinkle with unexplored faith
the unselfish love offer is worth and paid by its dividend of
relentless perseverance, ready to face the unexpected dust
amongst the dense of droplets of water in the spring of death
anchorage oh great spirit, for the soil purified your grave, a
pocket spell of perfume dust with shinning kindhearted words
infinitely echo as a lasting peace of the soul rejoice
shabby those forever be gone, not on day of death that you
leave something that mint to live, for life waste no time to wait,
until it brings the best in life that all is worth remembering to
believe
shun death on the wiggle of time, neither value its worth of
appealing life, poster the essence that death is done and life
goes beyond of what is gone, and as the courser of faith unveil
that death is not the outrage of change to happen, but life is the
lasting echo of eternity brings
long live life ……
poem by Antonio Liao
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