The Smoke opens the Clouds
please lend me your eyes; the day comes in dark clouds
and loud cries heard near in the valley of children,
wept in dismay, full of swollen fingers with hands
asking to let them flee in a place once they call and live
as home
wake up less forgotten darling, for the land of a
thousand years toil by loved great fathers had laid its
sweat of brow to make it flow with milk and honey
and not even, the harsh of plague of death can’t stop
the fertile soil to grow, nay the vast land may waste and
blown out to dirt into the brother hands, a promise
where the strength of force lives hatred born not to be
slave
blissfulness devastated not the sweet honey taste of
belief, only the wisdom of the fool conquer what the
Lord have wishfully given; the flesh that ask more than
what the heart desire, the lips that forget to whisper the
truth of life and the power to subside anger because of
Love
listen dear brother, the world is your to own, yet the
giver of life want you to give of what you have in the
garden of Eden received; always live in the presence for
the future thirst a little droplets of moist in your heart
of nothing to ask
learn to die and raise ahead my beloved soul ……
poem by Antonio Liao
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