Tell nothing than a Story
bits and pieces
of the navel recall the pain
and honey sweet
of the fangs of death, neither bedside
sleep the Catacomb of
deep slumber wins the shadow of
victory in the first day
as the open eyes
reveals
whether
the golden Daffodils
of the towering fresh of scented
perfume of Alleluia, the laughter of joy,
embrace the paradise
of long awaited life, hovering the moment
of where the decision quest
the ever changing
harmony of birth, viewed the endless
search of what is the coming
judgment of time
hail! the returning angels, the crops
is ready to be fulfilled …
poem by Antonio Liao
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