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Drifted Sky

open my desire and close
my iniquities
the steps of ladder, calls every
foot the sweat to surrender,
the shoulder
of yoke wait me in the
shadow of
joy to adore

find the sole remembrance
that holds my breath,
as you capture all that makes my
being pure
of where the soul want to go,
a dagger to break my emptiness
I preserve, until the melted snow
cool my awe

gone with the laughter,
lock the spirit
of losing fate for nothing falls
to the ground without a
throne, drifted to bloom,
stand my side,
as we
fly behind the lighted sky

dream, my Darling, a little bit
the sky is great...

poem by Antonio Liao
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