Lull before the Storm
oh!
capture my wind
the heart that never fade, lessen
the mumble heart
of where it goes in the stream
of quite whisper catacomb
of Lilies fresh
in the midst of darkness evening of
sweet memories
secluded
time has come and catch the
pure and crystal bloom
of droplets in the
poison of fresh entity of leaving the
glory of the past; who
has now come to surrender to
a great quest of victory,
the lasting gift
of what is today’s life I conquer
forever
Camelot
of the knight view the
meadows of good tiding for the storm
has come nothing but to
give the precious rest of the golden
sword in the
rising sun …
poem by Antonio Liao
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