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Milk in the honey
wasteful things comes without purpose, as
it exist before it become to nothing; done
many worth values after, everything losses
its greatness
the cherry blossoms give fascinating flowers,
wither, as the perfume relieve the agony of the
of the sting sucking the petal, leaving its
wonderful joy of sprouting hyacinth moisture of
everlasting fragrance of lasting end
like the birds that flies, seeing no distance land,
yet! surfing the wind with oozing happiness of
diving beneath the turmoil of wind, leaving no
fear of dying, seeking to speed as perfect as it
could in the bluish ocean of water; the beginning
and the meaning of what is life
soak, dye and let the all be the start of milking the
essence of what will be the end that start with a
beginning of giving; let me bleed the treasure of
my innermost flesh, and pour out to the sea and
renew my blood
change my chance to be a part of you and emerge
my soul to the wisdom of your time, the day
comes in the day where you live with me..... let it
be......my dear......
poem
by
Antonio Liao
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