Vintage Stuff
sweet
finds it misery
thou looking alluring taste
stopped eyes
poignantly crazy, hail on the
ride seems happy, a
mixed feeling brings another date to
find what is great
mix it up,
with the Vintage stuff in my hand
the future is on
my command shouts the liner
game, sleep tells
another story
yet, when the eyes find its
beauty the beholder resists looking for
another victory, wearing the key of
heart that goes, let all
the sweet story
fell the emptiness of your smile
and settle down that haven
for me
interest determined the truth of every
journey, find the Vintage
high way my friend.....
poem by Antonio Liao
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